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Road to the Isles
Lidové písně - Skotské
The far Coolins are pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromack to the road. The far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load. Chorus: Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch And Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles. If it's thinkin' in your inner heart The braggart's in my step, You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles. Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles. It's by Shiel water the track is to the west By Aillort and by Morar to the sea, The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mother knee. It's the blue islands are pullin' me away Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame; The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.