The Mighty Atlantic - Runrig

The roll of the wind

As we sail across the water

The roll of the sea

As we’re taken through the night

The dimming lamp of day

Leaves the crimson foam and spray

Across the face of the mighty Atlantic

In this cradle we found love

In our lifetimes we were broken

By the spirit we were turned

Here we touched the hope divine

And in the rapture and the charm

Came the tranquil and the calm

On the rage of the mighty Atlantic

Deepest grave, supreme deceiver

Brave new worlds and cursed emotion

Let your people go, bring me a saviour

White doves rise above the ocean

The brightness of the lights

As they stretch across the water

The excitement of the night

As we’re carried through the seas

There’s a welcome lies in store

The strongest arms I’ve ever known

In the homes of the mighty Atlantic

For the roll it is gentle

As the waves, they guide you over

Full new moon across the stern flag

Our different worlds in constant motion

The roll of the wind

As we sail across the waters

The roll of the sea

As we’re taken through the night

I’m coming home it’s late

And you know I just can’t wait

For the shores of the mighty Atlantic

For the shores of the mighty Atlantic

For the shores of the mighty Atlantic