The Writers House
Will you take me back, to the Western Isles
Lewis where perspective, calms and beguiles
When you travel there, you fade away
Disappear into silence, of unfamiliar ways
Blend into shadow, in Stornoway’s haze
Frozen in history, by a Callanish gaze
Wild Uig Bay, in the glinting moonlight
A dram of Abhainn Dearg, to keep you warm at night
Giants at Dun Borranish, with stories to write
Longing to return, when fortune is right
Will you take me back, to the Western Isles
Lewis where perspective, calms and beguiles
The Writers House, where dreams are explained
Your vision exists, and your music is made
Take me, Take me
Leave chaos behind, and the speed of decay
Those feelings of anxiety, and having to obey
To a simpler pace, with echoes of yesterday
A land in tune, with what think and say
Will you take me back, to the Western Isles
Lewis where perspective, calms and beguiles
The Writers House, where dreams are explained
Your vision exists, and your music is made
Take me, Take me