There are a couple of Dark Islands; this goes to the slow air (beautiful pipe tune) of the same name.

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 hill top high above the Dark Island.

CHORUS: Oh isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
As the streamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me.
When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island.

So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay.
Where the stream meets the ocean and young children play
On a strand of pure silver, I'll welcome each day
And I'll roam for evermore the Dark Island.

True gem of the Hebrides 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 high above the Dark Island.

I have words by David Silver/music by Iain MacLachlan
Copyright 1963 by Westminster Music, London.

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