How high the gull flies oe'r Islay
How sad the farm lad, deep in play
Felt like a grain on your sand
How well the sheep's bell music makes
Roving the cliff when fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here
How blessed the forest with birdsong
How neat the cut peat laid so long
Felt like a seed on your land
How high the gull flies oe'r Islay
How sad the farm lad, deep in play
Felt like a tide left me here
Felt like a grain on your sand
Felt like a grain on your sand