isle of islay lyrics – 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

/ donovan lyrics