Gm Eb How high the gulls fly o'er Islay. |4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 | *Gm F How sad the farm lad deep in play.Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand.Gm Eb How well the sheep's bell music makes.Gm F Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.Eb F Gm Felt like the tide left me here.Gm Eb How blest the forest with birds' song.Gm F How neat the cut peat laid so long.Eb F Gm Felt like a seed on your land. [Instrumental -- no time change in these lines]Gm Gm Eb Bb GmGm Gm Eb Bb GmGm Eb How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.Gm F How sad the farm lad deep in play.Eb F Gm Felt like the tide left me here.Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand.Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand.
Isle Of Islay
Donovan
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