Tobermoray Bay
Yearning for my
Hebridean Island,
The mountains there are heather
sweet to-day
It may be just because my heart is
Highland
I long for Mull and T obermory Bay
The fishing boats, the nip of Autumn weather
The
spindrift, the excitement ofthe fray
The toil of
hauling in the nets together
Then homing back to
Tobermory Bay
Here I feel l' m not be longing rightly
The Lowlands are attractiv e in their way
But all the same my mind is anchored tightly
To sunrise over Tobermory Bay
To kindly folk too honest to deceive me
I'd guarantee their goodness any day
Their Highland hearts are tru-er gold believe me
Than all the gold in Tobermory Bay
The
birds need only lift their wings and wander
I wish
I were as fortunate as they
If I had wings to spread
I'd fly them yonder
And set down by Tobermory Bay
