[Hook: Brawny full-bore male lead, belted, full chest, bagpipes alone, then the full band crashes in] Steer by the pipes when the light goes out Hold to the sound when the sea's in doubt Old man playing at the end of the spout Steer by the pipes when the light goes out [Verse 1: Brawny full-bore male lead, brawny, belted, racing] Gale came up at the turn of the tide Swell over the rail and the deck sliding wide Harbor light flickered and the harbor light died Radio hissing like a cat in a fight Seven boats out past the teeth of the rocks Skipper on the wheel with his knuckles in knots Black on the left and black on the right Black in front, and no stars tonight [Hook: Brawny full-bore male lead, belted, full chest] Steer by the pipes when the light goes out Hold to the sound when the sea's in doubt Old man playing at the end of the spout Steer by the pipes when the light goes out [Verse 2: Brawny full-bore male lead, brawny, belted, heavier] Ewan the piper, the town's complaint Six in the morning, the volume ain't quaint Every window shut and the neighbors would curse Said the pipes were a sin and the reel was worse Now he walking to the pier in his yellow coat Fills up the bag and he blows one note Cuts through the wind like a blade through rope First thing out here that sounds like hope [Hook: Brawny full-bore male lead, belted, full chest] Steer by the pipes when the light goes out Hold to the sound when the sea's in doubt Old man playing at the end of the spout Steer by the pipes when the light goes out [Bridge: Brawny full-bore male lead, pier end drone, drone and pipe band snare alone, then the full band slams back] Hear it, boys Port a little, hold her there Hear it louder through the spray in the air Drone like a hand on the back of my neck Pulling us in by the bones of the deck There's the mouth, there's the wall Seven boats behind us and he playing for them all [Verse 3: Brawny full-bore male lead, brawny, triumphant, full voice] Dawn come grey and the boats tied tight Ewan on the pier, he played all night Lips split open and his fingers blue Whole town standing there, the neighbors too Nobody saying that he plays too loud Somebody crying in the oilskin crowd Now every morning at six on the dot Windows wide open, we take what we got [Hook: Brawny full-bore male lead, belted, full chest] Steer by the pipes when the light goes out Hold to the sound when the sea's in doubt Old man playing at the end of the spout Steer by the pipes when the light goes out [Outro: Brawny full-bore male lead, bagpipes ring out and fade] Steer by the pipes Bring them home [End]