Darren Hayman - Isle Of Eigg lyrics

Irish, Whiskey on a little Scottish boat to an island We've got torches, violins and stout walking shoes We walk headlong into the high winds that spin around the turbines We climb, clifftops, we get stuck, we get stuck, we get lost and Hold on, tight grip, I will try to lift you to the summit and Knee deep in something, the sun is low over the mountain Campfires on beaches, rusted up cars in the ditches And no-ones going home tonight I found milk floats hiding in the forest A small hardwood two bed's pushes close together