It's time to turn this boat around
Too many months of salt and wind
I long for solid ground
The turbot and the ling
Ensure our sustenance
They give us everything
Turn this craft and head for shore
We'll ride the waves and see our women soon
In the place that's always home
The airs of Selivoe
I've missed her shawl of Shetland lace
But tomorrow I'll be I'll be anchored
In my sweetheart's warm embrace
The autumn winds that blow
Are counting down the winter months
Till springtime comes
We'll take the North Atlantic coast
And sail away as far as we can go
Loved ones far behind
In the airs of Selivoe
