The Dark Island featuring David Methven - The Munros

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

True gem of the hebrides, bathed in the light

Like a midsummer dawning, that follows the night

How I long for the cry, of the seagulls in flight

As they circle high above' the Dark Island

Oh Isle 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