Ailsa Craig

Ailsa, I'm waiting down by the mill pond Though the rushes, they call me on With words that you said Tying me down to the riverbed And I see a tattoo of a house on the inside of her wrist A beacon off the shore in the New Year morning mist But I am down to noon, struggling to the door And you are hopping out a mile from the shore I see a tattoo of a house on the inside of her wrist A beacon off the shore in the New Year morning mist But I am down to noon, struggling to the door And you are hopping out a mile from the shore Oh, Ailsa, I'm waiting down by the mill pond And I know you know the rushes, they call me on With the words that you say Tying me down to the riverbed