Donovan — Isle Of Islay lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Isle Of Islay" by Donovan.
Lyrics
How high the gulls fly
O’er Ilay
How sad the farm lad
deep in play
Felt like a grain on your sand
How well the sheep’s bell
music makes
Roving the cliff
when fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here
How blessed the forest
with birdsong
How neat the cut peat
laid so long
Felt like a seed on your land