Steve McDonald Come To The Isle Of Skye
Here in the Isles Rest for a while Green rolling hills Time doth stand still Peace in the air Flora is here Until you roam Make Skye your home. The highlands, are my lands The islands, the Skye lands Come to the Isle of Skye Come to the Isle of Skye The seasons cry Come to the Isle of Skye. Wanted by name Remembered by fame The trust in our heart Never will part. Flora will make Your identity safe She stands by your side Loyal with pride Forever it's true We'll nay forget you. The price upon your head No Highlander would accept So come, come to the Isle of Skye, The seasons cry... Come to the Isle of Skye The time has arrived With a tear in our eye High under the sun Again ye must run Speed bonnie boy Through love, pain and joy. And come, come to the Isle of Skye, The seasons cry... Come to the Isle of Skye
