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Lights of Lochindall

From Mull to the Pentland Skerries, from Skye to Colonsay
From Staffa to Iona and the sands of Castlebay.
Each island has it's magic, which holds men in its thrall
But always in my dreams, I'll see the lights of Lochindaal.

T'was there one summer's night boys, as we strolled hand in hand
Listening to rhe sea waves whisper softly on the sand
T'was there she said she loved me, that she would be my all
Oh how the moonbeams danced that night, on lovely Lochindaal.

I'm now a few years older I've left dear Islay's shore
I'm living in the city now among the smoky roar
But through the crowded bustle, I still can hear the call
Of cattle in the evening, by the shores of Lochindaal

And soon I shall return again, to Islay's gentle shore
And see across the tide waves wide, the bright lights of Bowmore
Or wander through Bruichladdich, as night begins to fall
And see the moonlit beam on lovely Lochindaal

- written by Iain Simpson...

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