Lyrics Isle of Islay - Donovan
How
high
the
gulls
fly
O'er
Ilay
How
sad
the
farm
lad
Deep
in
play
Felt
like
a
grain
on
your
sand
How
well
the
sheep's
bell
Music
makes
Roving
the
cliff
When
fancy
takes
Felt
like
a
tide
left
me
here
How
blessed
the
forest
With
birdsong
How
neat
the
cut
peat
Laid
so
long
Felt
like
a
seed
on
your
land

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