Our sea, deep and still tonight   Volcanoes rise and ferny islands slope   Down to the sea the road is icy   We can walk to the town through the hail tonight      If we bought a house with the money she left   What would be embedded in the walls?   Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old war   But I gave the money to rocks left by glaciers      Till dawn comes with her snowploughs   It's a snowy plough which arcs above us now   Some warm back ayont straps   Keeps me demure through a Trojan Glasgow      If we bought a house with the money she left   What would be embedded in the walls?   Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old war   But I gave the money to rocks left by glaciers   And I threw the rest into deeper waters