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’ blooins fragrant and free On a hill-top, high above the Dark Island Oh Isle of my childhood I’in 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 So gentle the sea breeze’ that ripples the bay Where the stream joins the ocean, and young children play On a strand of pure silver, I’ll welcome each day And I’ll roam forever more, the Dark Island Oh Isle of my childhood I’in 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