The Boatbuilders

Music and Lyrics by Dougie MacLean
Published by Limetree Arts and Music (MCPS and PRS UK)

I was there on the cold Assynt hills
I heard the hunger cry the tyrants laughing
I heard the young men say goodbye
To the place where their young dreams were grown

There's a land somewhere where we can build our freedom
There's a land somewhere where our children will grow strong
And if our lives should be spared oh we'll need no other reason
To sail on, to sail on

Oh I stood on the shores at St Anne
And watched them building boats to trade the oceans
I saw the preacher raise his hand
Saying children it's time to move on


Oh I watched from the white Waipu sands
Saw them drop their sails and throw their anchors
Saw the old men shake each other's hand
Saying brothers now I think we are home