Tom Fairnie

Lyrics

Rolling Home

From Fisherrow to the Neuk o’ Fife
Fishermen and fisherwives
All depend upon the silvery shoals
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold

On the cold November sea
Sailing round the Isle o’ May
Where the silver herrin’ go
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold

So set the course and set the sail
Look for the Dog Star to trail
Catch a rolling tide home
The winds will take you there
The waves know just where
There’s a rolling tide home
Rolling home

In the mussel beds on the back sands
In the salt water wi’ calloused hands
They fill the creels ti’overflow
In auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow

And fishwives aye ca’ their men
For being faithless ower again
But their hearts aye ebb and flow
Tae auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow

So set the course and set the sail...

A Newhaven bride wrapped in her shawl
Waves the men folk away to trawl
The herrin’ harvest from the sea
Tae bring tae yon quay
Tae bring tae yon quay

And on the sea they’re all your friends
The winds, the waves and the fishermen
But the best friend in all the sea
Will bring you to yon quay
Bring you tae yon quay

So set the course and set the sail...

© Rolling Home words & music by Thomas Yule Fairnie 1969 & November 2001