Here is the smell of seafood pie
A broken tower on the open sky
A chain of islands rolling west
In sight of the house where we are guests

A rambling old river twists through the fields
Ancient names imprinted on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby girl
Born a queen at the end of the world

Furious music from an open door
The sound of feet beating on a stone floor
Always the wind, always the form
Of an elder god, hooved and horned

The head of the mountain lost in a cloud
A country woman, soft and proud
Into the bay the horses swirl
For we come to the sea at the end of the world

• A Life of Sundays
• A Man is in Love
• Bigger Picture
• Further Up, Further In
• How Long Will I Love You?
• In Search of a Rose
• Islandman
• Something That is Gone
• Song from The End of The World
• Spring Comes to Spiddal
• The Raggle Taggle Gypsy
• The Star & The Sea
• The Trip to Broadford