{t:The Dark Island}
{st:Iain MacLachlan}


A[Am]way to the [Em]west ward I'm [C]longing to [G]be,
Where the beauties of [Em]heaven un[G]fold by the [D]sea
Where the [Am]sweet purple [Em]heather blooms [C]fragrant and [G]free
On a hilltop high a[D]bove The Dark [C]Is[G]land


[Chorus]
Oh, [G]isle of my childhood, I'm [C]dreaming of [G]thee,
As the steamer leaves [Em]Oban and [G]passes Tir[D]ee
Soon I'll [Am]capture the [Em]magic that [C]lingers for [G]me
When I'm back once more u[D]pon The Dark [C]Isl[G]and
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So [Am]gentle the [Em]sea breeze that [C]ripples the [G]bay
Where the stream joins the [Em]ocean and [G]young children [D]play
On the [Am]strand of pure [Em]silver I'll [C]welcome each [G]day
And I'll roam forever [D]more The Dark [C]Isl[G]and


[Chorus]
Oh, [G]isle of my childhood, I'm [C]dreaming of [G]thee,
As the steamer leaves [Em]Oban and [G]passes Tir[D]ee
Soon I'll [Am]capture the [Em]magic that [C]lingers for [G]me
When I'm back once more u[D]pon The Dark [C]Isl[G]and
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True[Am] gems of the[Em] Hebrides[C] bathed in the[G] light
Of the mid-summer[Em] dawning that[G] follows the [D]night
How I[Am] yearn for the[Em] cries of the[C] seagull in[G] flight
As they circle high a[D]bove The Dark[C] Is[G]land


[Chorus]
Oh, [G]isle of my childhood, I'm [C]dreaming of [G]thee,
As the steamer leaves [Em]Oban and [G]passes Tir[D]ee
Soon I'll [Am]capture the [Em]magic that [C]lingers for [G]me
When I'm back once more u[D]pon The Dark [C]Isl[G]and
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