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Scapa Flow

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Eff stanes culd talk, eff stanes culd speak
They’d tell tales sorrow’ful, an’ mak’ ye weep
They’d tell stories lang, an mak’ yer heart break
By thae shores uv Scapa Flow…

Why Katie, why, lassie, why di’ you weep?
Thae stanes wuld say, thae stanes wuld sigh
We echo yer tears, we gath’r them near
As angels draw close, in lone’ly times
Wen souls wax cow’ld, an fair hearts ache
We stanes will liste’n,  we’ll tremble an break
By thae shores uv Scapa Flow

Why Mary, why darlin’, oh, why di’ ya sorr-ah?
We stanes held ye close, we’ll howld ye tomorr’a
We haird yer in luv wi’ ae prisoner o’ war
Eff he luvs ye true, surely he’ll ret’urn
Breakin stane upon stane, dream’in uv yew
By thae shores uv Scapa Flow

Why Loora, oor wee one, och, why di’ ya weep?
Awa’ tae Lamb Holm, we saw ye sail awa
We stanes watch’d an waited, we stanes alw’as will
We ken mair th’an ye, we ken tha’ he’s g’own
As ye waited by tha’ chapel, ae dear one tae wed
By the shores uv Scapa Flow

© 2012 S. Michaels Alba Songs 

Author’s Note: As I listened ‘lang’ to the sound of crashing waves on the headland while visiting Scapa Flow (famous for its historic shipwrecks) and Lamb Holm in the Orkney Islands (where the Italian Chapel was built by prisoners of war during WWII), it was impossible not to wonder…”…if the stones (stanes) of this rugged Scottish isle could speak, what would they tell us…?”

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Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

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