Monday, 9 November 2009

Islands of Scilly


Oh beautiful islands of Scilly
Golden sand washed by the sea
These islands of stone
Are the islands of home
You always are calling to me
And wherever I travel
In this world wherever I roam
There's none can compare
To those Islands so fair
The islands of Scilly my home

St Agnes, Bryher and Tresco
Samson, St Marys and Gugh
Islands apart
But here in my heart
I'm always thinking of you
From the day mark that stands
On St martins
To the bishop that stands to the west
In the clear summer light
Or a rough winters night
It's the way I remember you best

Terraced fields of the spring flowers
Your heather clad hills in the fall
I'll be thinking of you
Out there in the blue
In the west wind, I hear you call
You stand out there in the Atlantic
A beautiful fortress alone
And though far and wide
Your folks may abide
The islands of Scilly are home

Oh beautiful islands of Scilly
Golden sand washed by the sea
These islands of stone
Are the islands of home
You always are calling to me
And wherever I travel
In this world wherever I roam
There's none can compare
To those Islands so fair
The islands of Scilly my home

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