Atlantic Storm

The wind upon my face and the scent of the sea

Oh these are the memories I carry with me

The mist rolling in and silver clouds above

Oh these are the reveries of all that I love

The smell of turf in winter my mother's smiling face

So easily remembered and so easily placed

The sunrise through the trees at the dawning of the day

Would cradle me within its arms and carry me away

The atlantic storm is raging

Calling me back home to the land of my birthplace

Where I'm never alone

I hear it rumble in the distance the home of my heart

Oh atlantic storm how I wish we never had to part

I hear my father calling through waves upon the sands

We walk on by the houses and down along the strand

I see familiar faces my comrades my friends

How I've missed their warmth and tenderness

Which I'll never leave again

The atlantic storm is raging

It's calling me back home to the land of my birthplace

Where I'm never alone

I hear it rumble in the distance

The home of my heart

Oh atlantic storm

How I wish we never had to part