<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>song - Crammag Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winter winds are blowin in from Ireland ‘cross the sea<br>I’m waiting on the pierhead here just watching seagulls wheel<br>The light is going down now and I’m thinking of the night <br>When you sailed out from this harbour wall down past Crammag light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years have passed so slowly since I watched you sail away<br>I wonder if you’re on the waves still fishing night and day<br>The tourists have all gone now and I’m by the fireside<br>In the flames I see you sailing off down past Crammag light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(chorus) <br>Oh Johnny are you never coming back to Logan Bay<br>The harbour bell is silent now but seabirds on the wing<br>Are calling out to everywhere, above the breaking waves <br>But the only song that I can hear is the song the winter sings<br>Oh Johnny are you never coming back to Logan Bay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Remember when we stood upon the cliff at logan head<br>The sea was like a mill pond and the sun was setting red<br>The herring boats were drifting southwards on the flooding tide<br>In the distance we could see the moon over Crammag light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves are running high towards the fishpond cottage wall<br>And all the sea is empty now as darkness starts to fall<br>The Sanderlings are crying for another day that’s gone<br>To the south of Laggantulloch, Crammag’s light has just come on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(chorus) <br>Oh Johnny are you never coming back to Logan Bay<br>The harbour bell is silent now but seabirds on the wing<br>Are calling out to everywhere, above the breaking waves <br>But the only song that I can hear is the song the winter sings<br>Oh Johnny are you never coming back to Logan Bay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I’ve heard the talk about the ghost that haunts the waters here<br>They say that when the sun goes down his fishing boat appears<br>In winter’s gales and breaking waves, or so the legends say, <br>In the sweeping light from Crammag, heading north for Logan Bay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418169" data-title="Song - Crammag Light de Jim Hogg" data-description="The winter winds are blowin in from Ireland ‘cross the sea I’m waiting on the pierhead here just watching seagulls wheel The light is going down now and I’m thinking of the night When you sailed out from this harbour wall down past Crammag ..."></div> </div> </div>

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