The Dark Island [Arr. Paul Smith]
In the years long ago when I first left my home
I was young and I wanted the wide world to roam
But now I am older and wiser, you see
For that lovely dark island is calling to me
Oh I've wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roaming around to the ends of the earth
Still my heart is at home in the land far away
That lovely dark island where memories stay
But now I return to that far distant shore
And my lovely dark island I'll wander no more
Till the day that I die I will no longer roam
That lovely dark island will be my last home
Oh I've wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roaming around to the ends of the earth
Still my heart is at home in the land far away
That lovely dark island where memories stay