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The Isle of Skye Verse 1 Morning mist on the Cuillin hills, the kettle starts to sing Father tunes the old guitar, the gulls ride on the wind Mother hums a gentle air while bread warms by the fire On the Isle of Skye their quiet life is all they would require Verse 2 Boats return at twilight with the silver of the sea Stories told in Gaelic by the hearth of memory Fiddles cry and whistles dance when evening shadows grow Music binds the family in a way the world won’t know Chorus From Skye across the water her melody will fly A voice born in the heather reaching out beyond the sky Though the world may call her far from every hill and shore Her song will carry home with her forevermore Verse 3 One traveller heard her singing by the harbour late one night The waves stood still to listen in the fading amber light A promise formed in quiet words of stages yet unseen And suddenly the island felt much smaller than it’d been Chorus From Skye across the water her melody will fly A voice born in the heather reaching out beyond the sky Though the world may call her far from every hill and shore Her song will carry home with her forevermore Bridge But every note remembers where the mountain shadows fall The peat fire’s glow, the family close, the place that shaped it all No road can take her farther than the love that gave her voice And every dream she follows started with that choice Chorus From Skye across the water her melody will fly A voice born in the heather reaching out beyond the sky Though the world may call her far from every hill and shore Her song will carry home with her forevermore Outro And the wind still sings on Skye tonight Through stone and sea and flame A family by the firelight Forever in her name.
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