Road to the Isles
(Collected & translated by Kennedy-Fraser and MacLeod)

A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

cho: Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.

It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Aillort* and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.

The blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame;
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis**
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

Aillort - pronounced Isle-ort
Lewis - pronounced Lews

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