Donovan - Isle Of Islay | Текст песни

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• Donovan
• Isle Of Islay

How high the gull flies
Oe'r Ilay
How glad 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 seed on your land

How blessed the forest
with birdsong
How neat the cut peat
laid so long
Felt like a tide left me here