If its thinkin in your inner heart the braggarts in my step Youve never smelled the tangle o the Isles.. *~*~*~* What is Fey Keeps pulling Reminiscent of being in the big plane as it takes off from the South and circles up and out over the Isles before heading out across the great expanse of water *~*~*~* A far croonin is pullin me away As take I wi my cromack to the road. The far Coolins are puttin love on me As step I wi the sunlight for my load. Chorus Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi heaven in their wiles. If its thinkin in your inner heart the braggarts in my step Youve never smelled the tangle o the Isles. Oh the far Coolins are puttin love on me As step I wi my cromack to the Isles. Its by Shiel water the track is to the west By Aillort* and by Morar to the sea The cool cresses I am thinkin of for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mother knee. The blue islands are pullin me away Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews Wi heather honey taste upon each name. This one also was invoked by Maggi Moon Atma
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