Scotlandsmusic

Away to the westward, I'm longing to beWhere the beauties of heaven unfold by the seaWhere the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and freeOn a hill-top, high above the Dark Island
Chorus Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of theeAs the steamer leaves Oban, and passes TireeSoon I'll capture the magic, that lingers for meWhen I'm back, once more upon, the Dark Island

So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bayWhere the stream joins the ocean, and young children playOn a strand of pure silver, I'll welcome each dayAnd I'll roam forever more, the Dark Island

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True gem of the hebrides, bathed in the lightLike a midsummer dawning, that follows the nightHow I long for the cry, of the seagulls in flightAs they circle high above the Dark Island

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