The Road to the Isles
A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west.
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck.
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
Oh the blue islands are pullin' me away.
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame.
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis.
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west.
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck.
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
Oh the blue islands are pullin' me away.
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame.
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis.
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step.
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
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Writer(s): Tommy Scott, Kenneth O Macleod
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