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Sung by Robert Wilson
Misty Island
of the highland,
That's where this hert o' mine
forever longs to be.
Isles of the
west where my thoughts aye go back,
As I dream of the land I was born
in;
Just let my eyes see the blue highland skies,
And the peat-workers rise in the
morning.
Misty Island
of the highland,
That's where this hert o' mine
forever longs to be.
Misty Island of the highland,
Auld land of mem'ries where the
heavens meet the sea;
White-rockit cabins that beckon
from its head;
Wee boys aye callin, "Will ye no
come back again?"
Misty Island of the highlands,
That's where this hert o' mine
forever longs to be.
