Dark Island (Oldfield Mike)

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