The 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.

cho:



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.



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Aillort - pronounced Isle-ort

Lewis - pronounced Lews



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