Isle of Skye (Our island)
We live on our blissful island
Sing together, a song to the sea.
From generation to generation
The chorus rises, proud and free
From generation to generation
The chorus rises, proud and free
Some gone, But some have come
Enough have stayed to keep our Isle
In names that sing the same old song,
Our faces greet with a warming smile.
In names that sing the same old song,
Our faces greet with a warming smile.
Our island famed for beauty
Nestling near the rocky shore,
fiery dreams and far desires
Calls for praises, evermore.
Nestling near the rocky shore,
fiery dreams and far desires
Calls for praises, evermore.
It is our sacred island
Heathered meadows, shady bogs,
Heathered meadows, shady bogs,
scenery is that from a dream
Mornings shaded with misty fogs,
We live in a beautiful world
Mornings shaded with misty fogs,
We live in a beautiful world
Mother nature gives rebirth,
Fair maiden, Isle of Skye
She's the beauty of mother earth
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