Dark Island

	Away to the westward
	I'm longing to be,
	Where the beauties of heaven
	Unfold by the sea;
	Where the sweet purple heather blooms
	Fragrant and free
	On a hilltop high above
	The Dark Island
	So gentle the sea breeze,
	That ripples the bay,
	Where the stream joins the ocean,
	And young children play;
	On the strand of pure silver,
	I'll welcome each day,
	And I'll roam for every more,
	The Dark Island
	True gem of the
	Herbrides,
	Bathed in the light,
	Of the mid-summer dawning,
	That follows the night;
	How I yearn for the cries,
	Of the seagulls in flight,
	As they circle above
	The Dark Island