Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Mull was astern, rum on the port,
Eigg, on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Give me again all
that was there,
Give me the sun
that shone!
Give me the eyes,
give me the soul,
give the lass
that's gone!
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
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
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
