Dark Island (MacLachlan/Silver )

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

Chorus

Isle o’ my childhood I’m dreaming of thee

As the Steamer leaves Oban and 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 and young children play
On the strand of pure silver I’ll welcome each day
And I’ll roam for ever more the Dark Island

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