Mike Oldfield - Dark Island Lyrics
Away to the westwardI'm longing to be,Where the beauties of heavenUnfold by the sea;Where the sweet purple heather bloomsFragrant and freeOn a hilltop high aboveThe Dark IslandSo 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 IslandTrue 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 aboveThe Dark Island