Scottish - Dark island

^CAway to the Westward I'm ^Flonging to ^Cbe ^CWhere the beauties of ^Emheaven un^Cfold by the ^Gsea ^GWhere the sweet purple heather runs ^F/Cfragrant and ^Cfree ^COn a hill top high ^G7above the Dark ^CIsland.

^COh Isle of my childhood I'm^F dreaming of ^Cthee ^CAs the steamer leaves ^EmOban and ^Cpasses Ti^Gree ^GSoon I'll capture the magic that ^F/Clingers for ^Cme ^CWhen I'm back once more u^G7pon the Dark ^CIsland

^CSo gentle the sea breeze that ^Fripples the ^Cbay ^CWhere the stream joins the ^Emocean, and ^Cyoung children ^Gplay ^GOn the strand of pure silver, I'll ^F/Cwelcome each ^Cday ^CAnd I'll roam forever ^G7more the Dark ^CIsland

^CTrue gem of the Hebrides ^Fbathed in the ^Clight ^COf the midsummer ^Emdawning that ^Cfollows the ^Gnight ^GHow I yearn for the cries of the ^F/Cseagulls in ^Cflight ^CAs they circle high ab^G7ove the Dark ^CIsland