Gm Eb How high the gulls fly oʼer Islay. Gm F How sad the farm lad deep in play. Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand. Gm Eb How well the sheepʼs bell music makes. Gm F Rovinʼ the cliff when fancy takes. Eb F Gm Felt like the tide left me here. Gm Eb How blest the forest with birdsʼ song. Gm F How neat the cut peat laid so long. Eb F Gm Felt like a seed on your land. Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm x2 Gm Eb How high the gulls fly oʼer Islay. Gm F How sad the farm lad deep in play. Eb F Gm Felt like the tide left me here. Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand. Eb F Gm Felt like a grain on your sand.
