CRD: isle_of_islay.crd /d/donovan
Isle of Islay
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch
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How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
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How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Felt like a grain on your sand.
How well the sheep's bell music makes.
Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.
Felt like the tide left me here.
How blest the forest with birds' song.
How neat the cut peat laid so long.
Felt like a seed on your land.
[Instrumental -- no time change in these lines]
How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Felt like the tide left me here.
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Felt like a grain on your sand.
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