# #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# ##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # ##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #From: dynasor@infi.net (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 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) GGEBGGGEBGGm 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. -- dynasor@infi.net The Doctor is on.