Funeray Songtext
von Fine Friday

The wind is fair, the tide is fine
And swiftly, swiftly runs the time
My boat lies waiting on the tide
To carry me from Funeray

We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
Farewell, farewell to Funeray

A thousand, thousand tender ties
Awake this day my plaintive cries
My heart within me almost dies
At the thought of leaving Funeray


We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
Farewell, farewell to Funeray

I′ve often wandered late of day
Where Ossian sang his martial lay
And viewed the sun's departing ray
Farewell, farewell to Funeray

We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
Farewell, farewell to Funeray
We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
We must up and haste away
Farewell, farewell to Funeray