Isle Of Islay Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

How high the gulls fly 

O'er Ilay 

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