"Dark Island" genre: Celtic
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	MP3.com CD: My Ain Folk - buy it! CD: My Ain Folk; The Flowers of Scotland   Label: Darach Recordings Credits: Lyrics: Carl Peterson
	Lyrics As mists of the evening creep over the hill And the sea round about her is silent and still Forbidden dark island so dreary and cold What mysterious tales can your black rocks unfold While fishermen row past your dark ocean shore And old wives are spinning and praying once more No falsehood to dread no malice you hold You are sworn to your secrets of stories untold The old men will tell not a bird or a nest At times not a sea bird will stop there to rest You might aran mist and cold watery waves Just as you are hiding from all the suns rays No harm is yet spoken no evil you show Tis sacred you stand to folks long ago No curses come from you or to you are shown Just a lonely dark island a mysterious throne But though they’ve not seen they will tell what they know Of kings and of princes who died long ago Who rest in your coves and still to this day They are seen in your shadows and through the sea spray So toast to yon mountains and summits of blue And here’s to the glens and the meadows of dew Its not of these hills or valleys I dream But the lonely dark island the home of the kings

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