The Islands - Fairport Convention

We do not fear the long ships

We’ve seen long ships before

Men sailed here from the Northlands

And hauled their boats ashore

They brought with them their music

Their language and their lore

And they burned their boats and stayed here on the Islands

It’s midday in the wintertime

Before the moon goes pale

The winter songs are very long

The storm winds and the gales

The midnightsun’s as distant

As the calling of the whales

Till spring returns again to paint the Islands

The grey seals and the otter

The salmon and the char

The land locked and the sea trapped

The free birds in the air

The shepherd and the farmer

And all those in their care

Harmonize the music of the Islands

We never feared the long ships

Till the coming of the Braer

The roaring sea in anger threw

That broken boat ashore

Spilled fuel enough to take that ship

Twice round the world or more

Filled the air with oil to paint the Islands

As if the sea had realized

The tragedy in store

Its waves continued pounding

About a week or more

Most of the crude was washed away

And never came ashore

And the sea regained its temper round the Islands

So may this be a warning

To those whose faceless greed

Would sail close to our shoreline

To save both fuel and speed

The sea is our protector

Provider of our needs

And a jealous guard and keeper of these Islands