Crammag Light 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

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

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

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

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


(Song)