I went down to the Olive Grove stair
Cascades of bougainvillea took me there
That led me onto the rocky salt cove
To webs of memories that the seascape had bestowed
And the cusps of the waves are each freshly born
They bare sharpened teeth that'll cut through a stern
And how winds doth blow 'til a storm is brew
The day a boat was lost from an eagle's view
That took me down to the harbor red cove
On the isle of Mull sat by a Drover Inn's stove
From whence they drove cattle onto old Oban
Upon a wide berth boat called the Everyman
And the cusps of the waves, are each freshly born
They bare sharpened teeth that'll cut through a stern
And how winds doth blow till a storm is brew
The day a boat was lost from an eagle's view
And how the tide did swell until it burst the banks
And the river flowed on till the bridge it sank
And all the while an eagle flew not with the fishing smack
As the Everyman sailed away never to come back