Bill Staines 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
It's a song the ferries share
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
