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Dark Island - Carl Wilson-歌词

Dark Island - Carl Wilson

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

Oh Isle of my childhood I'in dreaming of thee

As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree

Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me

When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island

Oh Isle of my childhood I'in dreaming of thee

As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree

Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me

When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island

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