The ale was golden in the glass
There we sat in the fading sunshine by the little Scottish hotel
As the boats returned to the harbor
And the sea was placid as a pond.
The villagers were coming in
for a 'cuppa' or a pint as a day was ending.
My companion smiled and blew a kiss across the table.
I breathed great draughts of the sea air and watched a bird scramble for a morsel.
The tiny town of Thurso on the North Sea was resting from its labors
And preparing to dine and sing.
A reedy guitar's tune called us inside.
How hard it was to leave this peaceful scene.
After all, I had seen the end of the rainbow.
As we traveled earlier,
The rain had stopped and we saw the 'bow arch across the sky.
It ended in the sea at Thurso.
That is where my heart lies, too.