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Dark Island
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Album: Back Tae Bonnie Scotland
Album: The Flowers of Scotland
Album: Branches of the Green Oak Tree
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Lyrics: Carl Peterson
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As mists of the evening creep over the hill
And the sea round about her is silent and still
Forbidden dark island so dreary and cold
What mysterious tales can your black rocks unfold
While fishermen row past your dark ocean shore
And old wives are spinning and praying once more
No falsehood to dread no malice you hold
You are sworn to your secrets of stories untold
The old men will tell not a bird or a nest
At times not a sea bird will stop there to rest
But you lie there in mist and cold watery waves
Just as you are hiding from all the suns rays
No harm is yet spoken no evil you show
Tis sacred you stand to folks long ago
No curses come from you or to you are shown
Just a lonely dark island a mysterious throne
But though they've not seen they will tell what they know
Of kings and of princes who died long ago
Who rest in your coves and still to this day
They are seen in your shadows and through the sea spray
So toast to yon mountains and summits of blue
And here's to the glens and the meadows of dew
Its not of these hills or valleys I dream
But the lonely dark island the home of the kings
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