Acacia McCrae

Lyrics: Fraser McGill
Music: Fraser McGill, Drew Mayo, Kristen Vandling & Colin Hall

From Skara Brae I stood and watched the sunlight in your eyes
And I told myself a story about the pirates and the spies
The bells still ring on Sundays
There's a clearance in the air
From Sutherland to Canada I hope to see you there

Acacia McCrae we used to wander
And catch the boat away across the sound
Acacia McCrae cold winds are blowing
As we walk the cobbled streets of Kirkwall Town

By the standing stones of Brodgar
As the light begins to go
We sat together by the banks of the lonely Scapa Flow
Where the Germans scuttled all their ships
So they wouldn't work no more 
To the corrugated iron church
Made by Italian prisoners of war

Acacia McCrae, do you remember?
The clouds all danced around like they were toys
Acacia McCrae, the day you left me
With a fond farewell to the old man of Hoy

Acacia McCrae, do you remember?
The clouds all danced around like they were toys
Acacia McCrae, the day you left me
With a fond farewell to the old man of Hoy

Acacia McCrae we used to wander
And catch the boat away across the sound
Acacia McCrae cold winds are blowing
As we walk the cobbled streets of Kirkwall Town