Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Footprints of sand
Following those who walked and wondered and sighed
Step by step
I go where they lead and hold my heart open wide
I hear them

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Just once, I look back
A wave breaks the sand
And past and present collide
Who I thought I knew
Thought she knew me too
She was washed away with the tide

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone

Left in its place, a feeling of freedom
A knowing that could not fail
If you ask who I am
I couldn't say
But I could tell you a tale

I'd sing you a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?