Sing me a song of a la** that is gone
Say, could that la** be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Mull was astem, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow:
Glory of youth glowed in his soul:
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of the la** that is gone
Say, could that la** be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lad that's gone
Sing me a song of the la** that is gone
Say, could that la** be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of the la** that is gone
Say, could that la** be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye