The Road To The Isles
K. MacLeod


A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromack to the road,
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

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 braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.

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' o' for pluck,
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.

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 braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.

It's 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 braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.

The air was taken down from the chanter-playing of Malcolm Johnson and arranged by Paula Kennedy-Fraser. The words were written by Kenneth MacLeod, the Gaelic scholar of Gigha.

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