The Road to the Isles

It's the far Cuillins that are pullin' me away, 

As take I wi' my cromak to the road. 

The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me, 

As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

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's knee.

The blue islands are pullin' me away, 

Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame; 

The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews, 

Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

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 Cuillins are puttin' love on me, 

As step I wi' my cromak to the Isles.

PLUS THE BONUS

Loch Rannoch

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