Ailsa Craig

Ailsa, I'm waiting down by the mill pond

Though the rushes, they call me on

With words that you said

Tying me down to the riverbed

And I see a tattoo of a house on the inside of her wrist

A beacon off the shore in the New Year morning mist

But I am down in Newnham, struggling to the door

And you are up in Arran a mile from the shore

I see a tattoo of a house on the inside of her wrist

A beacon off the shore in the New Year morning mist

But I am down in Newnham, struggling to the door

And you are up in Arran a mile from the shore

Oh, Ailsa, I'm waiting down by the mill pond

And I know you know the rushes, they call me on

With the words that you say

Tying me down to the riverbed