Grey Clouds

Hold the weather, under these grey clouds
get out before the wave curls around
gaelic verse

Do you see how the words get mixed and it falls apart on you
Did you know I could count the times the grey clouds spoiled the view

My eyes can't see the storm falling
I tighten my hands around the oars
gaelic verse

Do you see how the words get mixed and it falls apart on you
Did you know I could count the times the grey clouds spoiled the view

that night on the dalmor sand
with the truth coming out way too fast

Words & Music - Calum Macleod
Vocals/ Guitar/ Bass - Calum Macleod
Drums - Derek Campbell
Recorded - 2003