Dark Island

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 my Dark Island

Isle o my childhood i'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic that still lingers for me
When I'm back once more upon my dark island

So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay,
Where the stream joins the ocean young children play;
On the strand of pure silver I'll welcome each day,
On a hilltop high above my dark Island

Isle o my childhood i'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic that still lingers for me
When I'm back once more upon my dark island

True gem of the Herbrides bathed in the light,
Of the mid-summer dawning that follows the night;
How I yearn for the cry of the seagulls in flight,
As they circle high above my Dark Island

Isle o my childhood i'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic that still lingers for me
When I'm back once more upon my dark island
When I'm back once more upon my dark island