Call me Winterstraw Mere passenger of the Glen Carrig Preparing to meet so great a storm As might well fill the heart with panic For now it was being slow and oily black Against the mighty redness of the sky One quarter of the sky - A mighty arc of blood-red fire Doesn't matter who you are Within the elements fierce ire The sun, a great full moon Pale and slightly monochrome For it appeared to crest The black cloud like red foam The sea was all blown up Into vast clouds of dust Like froth and I knew The storm was upon us No man heard aught of the thunder The storm's roar made all else silent Trying to burst our boats asunder And my memory recalled the distant island (May God have mercy)