A young girl sits impatiently Draws her hand across her brow Gazes over the machair Glances at the clock again Some days seem to go on forever When all you want is to be on your own She wants answers to her questions Help to put the world to right No school teacher holds the key Only he takes time to listen Lifts the burden from her young shoulders And can heal her fragile soul She casts her troubles on the ocean Watches them drift away Feels the presence of her savior In her secret hideaway On the shores of orosay Machair dances to the tune of the wind Pretty flowers soothe her eyes Hears the rush of the atlantic Tastes the salt in the air Tide's coming in, she's nearly there School is now forgotten The breeze tousles her hair Across the causeway she runs Makes it there only minutes to spare Sits alone, no one can touch her now On a warm hebridean night she bears her soul To the one who created it all She casts her troubles on the ocean Watches them drift away Feels the power of her secret hideaway On the shores of orosay She feels the spirit of her friend On the shores of orosay