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.