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Dark Island 2

Dark Island 2
(Silver Maclachlan)

Away to the westward I'm longing to be
Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free
On a hilltop high above the Dark Island

    Oh, isle of my childhood
      I'm dreaming of thee
    As the steamer leaves Oban
      And passes Tiree
    Soon I'll capture the magic
      That lingers for me
    When I'm back once more upon
      The Dark Island

So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay
Where the stream joins the ocean and the young children play
On the strand of pure silver I'll welcome each day
And I'll roam forever more the Dark Island

True gem of the Hebrides bathed in the light
Of the midsummer dawning that follows the night
How I yearn for the cry of the seagulls in flight
As they circle above the Dark Island


Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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