On St Kilda as a lad amongst the spray and the bleached stones
Our father held court when he felt it in his bones
Martin Martin had come across the sea
Seeking out the garefowl but none were left to see

One stormy winter evening as a North wind blew up
He called us all to come to him 'bring blanket and bring cup'
We gathered close around him to better hear him talk
And he told us the story of the last great auk

Are you out there somewhere all alone?
Are you out there all alone?
Are you out there?
Oh, if only you had wings

Stac An Armin and Boreray
Shrouded in a mist so cold on that fateful day
Tethered to a stake for a witch they took you for
And struck you down in fear and hate and now you are no more

Are you out there somewhere all alone?
Are you out there all alone?
Are you out there?
Oh, if only you had wings

So on to Iceland, I sailed more in hope
And I abseiled volcanic cliffs in shoes made of rope
Among the kittiwakes and terns and razorbills
I saw no sign of you and my heart became still

Are you out there somewhere all alone?
Are you out there all alone?
Are you out there?
Oh, if only you had wings