Nick Mulvey
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
From Letras Mania