Crammag Light (A) Poem by jim hogg

The winter winds are blowin' in
from Ireland ‘cross the sea
I'm standing on this pierhead here,
just watching seagulls wheel
The light is going down now,
and I'm thinking of the night
When you sailed out from this harbour wall,
down past Crammag light

The years have passed so swiftly
since I watched you sail away
I wonder if you're on the waves
still fishing night and day
The tourists have all gone now
and I'm by the fireside
In the flames I see you sailing off,
down past Crammag light

Remember when we stood upon
the cliff at Logan Head
The sea was like a mill pond
and the sun was setting red
The herring boats were drifting
southwards on the flooding tide
In the distance we could see the moon,
over Crammag light

The waves are running high towards
the fishpond cottage wall
And all the sea is empty now
as darkness starts to fall
The Sanderlings are crying
for another day that's gone
To the south of Laggantulloch,
Crammag's light has just come on

I've heard the talk about the ghost
that haunts the waters here
They say that when the sun goes down
his fishing boat appears
In winter's gales and breaking waves,
or so the legends say,
In the sweeping light from Crammag,
heading north for Logan Bay

(chorus)
Oh Robbie are you never
coming back to Logan Bay
The harbour bell is silent now
but seabirds on the wing
Are calling out to everywhere,
above the breaking waves
But the only song that I can hear
is the song the winter sings
Oh Robbie are you never
coming home to Logan Bay

2008