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