Going to Coll

The car was waiting at the front door.
The cases were loaded from the entrance floor.
The moon was full and the stars were bright.
The driver was ready to drive all night.
He was going to Coll.

His son said Dad please drive with care
I don't want you crashing before you get there.
You've got your new wellies and thick white socks
And a warm woolly hat for your lovely long locks.
You'll need them on Coll.

Dad drove down to Oban and it didn't take long.
The CD in the car played a Bob Dylan song.
The cars on the pier were all waiting in line.
The smell in the air was the odour of brine.
We're all going to Coll.

The ferry then left for its journey by sea.
Two hundred people and oh yes there was me.
The crossing was calm and the waves were not high.
The day was just perfect, not a cloud in the sky.
We're nearly at Coll.

The ferry tooted its whistle, a long fearsome blast.
The ropes all were tied, we'd made it at last.
We'd arrived safe and sound and were now on dry land.
There's no brass band playing but we still felt quite grand.
Is this really Coll?

We drive past the houses, the few that there are
And dip the sun visor on our little car.
It's strange that the weather has stayed really good
And the only thing left is to start on the food.
I don't remember this Coll.

At the end of the houses is the Manse where I park.
Oh just wait a minute it's getting quite dark.
The wind's blowing a gale and the rain's lashing down.
There is nowhere to shelter not in this island town.
This is more like Coll.

A walk to the shop and it's just a short way
You should never risk it on such a bad day.
Your clothing is all soaked and it is right to the skin.
Shoes and socks are the same where the water came in.
Ah yes this is Coll

If you think I am not fair the description all fits.
It's a smashing wee island I just love it to bits.