Like a fought-over bed, the ancient rock
tumbles, crumbles to the shore.
The ferry waits to leave the dock.

Spinning, wind-whipped, on the loch,
struggling against nature in the raw.
Like a fought-over bed, the ancient rock.

The waves heap up, a sudden shock.
Forget for once the thoughts that gnaw.
The ferry waits to leave the dock.

Did you count me lost as you eyed the clock?
Did you think of calling in the law?
Like a fought-over bed, the ancient rock.

Relieved, you try hard not to mock
when you come smiling to the door.
The ferry waits to leave the dock.

Watching the sunset, taking stock
together, wondering what's in store.
Like a fought-over bed, the ancient rock.
The ferry waits to leave the dock.