Over the sea to Skye (an alternative version)

 

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,

Say, could that lad be I?

Merry of soul, he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye

 

Mull was astern, Rum was on port,

Eigg on the starboard bow.

Glory of youth glowed in his soul,

Where is that glory now?

 

Give me again all that was there,

Give me the sun that shone.

Give me the eyes, give me the soul,

Give me the lad that's gone.

 

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,

Mountains of rain and sun;

All that was good, all that was fair,

All that was me is gone.

 

Robert Louis Stevenson (alternative lyrics)

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