Salt Air
Just across the rolling sea,
There's a sunlit island that waits for me,
Where friends, they gather just to be,
Away from callous care.
There's an open door and an old porch swing,
The sweet smell of privet over everything
The seabirds call and the buoys ring,
Down at old Salt Air.
A magic morning and a walk to town,
Where narrow streets, they go up and down,
A whistle blows out across the Sound.
And island roses, they line the lane,
And lift their heads to the falling rain,
But the sunshine follows so you don't complain,
Down at old Salt Air.
And high above in a mackerel sky
The clouds go sailing and the seagulls cry.
There is no time where a spirit flies,
There is no trouble there.
Where songs get sung into the night,
On wine warm voices by candlelight,
With all the melodies just right,
Down at old Salt Air.
Just across the rolling sea,
There's a sunlit island that waits for me,
Where friends, they gather just to be,
Away from callous care.
And if I could catch a dream today,
Then I'd grab the wind and be on my way,
Back to where the memories lay,
Back to old Salt Air.