NO MORE SAILING
Written by Lex D. Hall
As sung by The McCalmans on "Coming Home: Live" (2009)

1. Silver sand's on the horizon; pull away; we're homeward bound,
As the gulls wheel above us, the wind makes no sound.
There the harbour in the distance and I've dreamed of this day [or "bay"?]*,
For I'll love no other, and here I will stay.

CHORUS: No more sailing, never more to foreign lands,
For my love's awaiting by yon silver sands
Of Morar,
And I'll never leave those high hills again,
And I'll never leave those high hills again.

2. When the first snows of winter lay on the ben,
I gave my promise to come back again,
But the seas were so cruel and the winds were so high
And oft times we thought, boys, that here we would die.

3. Farewell to my companions; may we meet again.
Every hour brings us nearer to my journey's end.
Now the sun sets behind me and its light bathes the shore,
And I'll sing of Scotland and wander no more.


[* There is a tidal bay at Morar.]