By John Pitcher  (1981)

Fog adrift after hurricanes

Scattered beams of sunlight bright

You are still calling me Oh Merasheen!

My island of delight

I wonder how you feel old home

Not that you are more alone - but free

You are hoping for some company

If it pleases you, choose me

Wild isolation from dusk to dawn

Why were we made to leave?

The artery of bonds were cut

Then plucked out of the sea

What changes have come over you?

You seadog old and fair serene

What words to use for an anthem

I love you Merasheen

Cold, Cold Island winter

You bring warmth to me

Wrapped inside my memories

Surrounded by the giving sea

Sweet, Sweet elders

Where have you gone?

Bring your spirit back to us

Bring us back your song

Warm, warm home

Reflective and forlorn

I see your beauty beckoning

We’ve felt it all along.