If this was the Hebrides
And if I was on my own
With only the machair, the sand
The sea, and the sky for company
Would I be any more settled
Would I hear different birdsong
Would my thoughts be any more free
To think of other possibilities
You see for sure
This quiet part of Lincolnshire
Gifts me a breeze
Also blue skies with sunshine
So what more
Could South Uist offer
Would I commit
To buying a painting from Volbeda
Will that very long journey
By car, and on board a ferry boat
Deliver up a tiredness
Which is not so easy to shake off
Of course the act of going, and going alone
Is itself quite a statement
Why do I seek solitude
What more does my mind need
