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Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire, is always to be here,
Oh Mull of Kintyre.

Far have I travelled and much have I seen,
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green.
Vast painted deserts, the sunsets on fire,
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre.

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire, is always to be here,
Oh Mull of Kintyre.

Sweep through the heather, like deer in the glen,
Carry me back to the days I knew then.
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir,
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre.

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire, is always to be here,
Oh Mull of Kintyre.

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain,
Still take me back where my memories remain.
Flickering embers grow higher and high,
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre.

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire, is always to be here,
Oh Mull of Kintyre.

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire, is always to be here,
Oh Mull of Kintyre.