Songwriter: Neil Watson
As the boat rolls in, sea embraces sand
We walked hand in hand up that stone scattered beach and up to our home, this is our home
There's something in the rain that drags up these thoughts...
of the people and places we left behind but we'll see them again, we'll invite them to our home, this is our home
Staring out on the field, a season's work is done
He's swinging back and forth with a smile that melts our hearts
This is our son, this is our home, our sweet Arran home