Paroles de Dark island

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 hilltop high above
The dark island

So gentle the sea breeze,
That ripples the bay,
Where the stream joins the ocean,
And young children play;
On the strand of pure silver,
I'll welcome each day,
And i'll roam for every more,
The dark island

True gem of the herbrides,
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 above
The dark island