She came from Tiree,
A young dark haired stranger
But somehow it seemed that
I'd known her forever
It's like some kind of power
That hearts can't defy
It burned in the air
Between her heart and mine
Though thousands may touch us
In this passing through
Amongst all of those
Just the odd one or two
Stay with us for life
Like a "lingering star"
She came from Tiree
And she left this sweet scar
And Glasgow was frozen
In early December
Colder than old folks
In coats could remember
When she came from Tiree
With the sea in her eyes
The girl of a good friend,
She would never be mine
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