Away to the westward
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I'm longing to be,
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Where the beauties of heaven
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Unfold by the sea;
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Where the sweet purple heather blooms
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Fragrant and free
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On a hilltop high above
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The Dark Island
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So gentle the sea breeze,
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That ripples the bay,
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Where the stream joins the ocean,
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And young children play;
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On the strand of pure silver,
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I'll welcome each day,
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And I'll roam for every more,
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The Dark Island
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True gem of the Herbrides,
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Bathed in the light,
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Of the mid-summer dawning,
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That follows the night;
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How I yearn for the cries,
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Of the seagulls in flight,
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As they circle above
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The Dark Island
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Dark Island
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| Mike Oldfield |
