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From: [email protected] (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:29:17 GMT
Subject: CRD: Isle of Islay (Donovan)
CRD: isle_of_islay.crd /d/donovan
Isle of Islay
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch
{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/[email protected]}
Note: Time change each line [4/4 : 2/4 : 4/4] *
Gm Eb
How high the gulls fly o’er Islay.
|4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 | *
Gm F
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Eb F Gm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Gm Eb
How well the sheep’s bell music makes.
Gm F
Rovin’ the cliff when fancy takes.
Eb F Gm
Felt like the tide left me here.
Gm Eb
How blest the forest with birds’ song.
Gm F
How neat the cut peat laid so long.
Eb F Gm
Felt like a seed on your land.
[Instrumental — no time change in these lines]
Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm
Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm
Gm Eb
How high the gulls fly o’er Islay.
Gm F
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Eb F Gm
Felt like the tide left me here.
Eb F Gm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Eb F Gm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
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