Over the waves, you call to me.
Shadow of dream, ancient mystery.
Oh, how I long for your sweet caress.
Oh, how I long for your gentleness.
Torn between sea mists and solid land,
Nights when I've ached for a human hand.
I'll come to you while the moon shines bright,
But I must go free with the first streak of light.
A poem written and sung by Mary McLaughlin over the traditional Hebridean chant Yundah, from the perspective of a selkie longing for human kindness while wishing to remain in the sea.
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