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The Dark Island - Carl Wilson
Away to the westward
I'm longing to be
A 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 Island of my childhood I'm dreaming of three
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 young children play
On the strand of pure silver I'll welcome each day
And I'll roam forever more- The Dark Island
Oh Island 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
True gems of the Hebrides bathed in the light
Of the mid-summer dawning that follows the night
How I yearn for the cries of the seagull in flight
As they circle high a bove- The Darksand
Oh isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Ti ree
Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me
When I'm back once more upon- The Dark Island
