Highlander Celtic Rock Band Australia
the dark island
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away to the westward I'm longing to be
where the beauties of heaven, unfold by the sea.
whre the wett purple heather blooms fragrant and free.
on a hilltop high above the dark island.
isle of my child hood 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.
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- The Dark Island