We all pull ourselves over the sea Until we can see our blessed homeland Banished from peace and the monasteries' keep To build our new home in the white Scottish sun And I will not lose the race to the island So I cut off my finger and threw it ahead And now the blood has stained the white sea a foamin' Maybe Old St Luan's not right in the head Oh Lord, Oh Lord there's red sea around me I've been striking out for the shore Oh you part the waves gently around me I cannot fall on my own no more Oh please, lord please the sirens are wailing You know I'd pluck out my eyes if they caused me to sin And the wine is all gone from the weeks we been sailing Won't you send me the reed? Wash the salt from my skin But he was striking out ahead of me And I would have no place to lay my head down The first human flesh on the shore rest And you lie still in the swell of the sun Oh Lord, Oh Lord there's red sea around me I've been striking out for the shore Oh you part the waves gently around me I cannot fall on my own no more Yes Lord, Yes Lord there's red sea around me I've been striking out for the shore Oh you part the waves gently around me I cannot fall on my own no more