O, would that I were in the Isle of my Heart, My dear island where I grew up; O, would that I were in the Isle of my Heart, Isle of the high cold mountains.
Barefoot I'd run over moorland and heather If I could cross over the ferry to Kyle, I would go in a hurry to the village I love To the home where I was raised. Content I would be if I were just now Beside the peat-stack on a hillock at rest The most beautiful mist, wreathing and swimming And falling o'er the shoulders of Blath-Bheinn My wish is to stay with the kin of my heart In William's wee bothy by the waves on the beach, Where forever we'd listen each night and each day With but moorland and sea beside us. I see the Meall and I see the Sgorr The side of Quirang and the hills of the Storr Little Helaval and Big Helaval The Three Streams delta and GearraidhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
