I left my heart in the islands
On a westerly breeze
Purple heather blooming
Amid bare rowan trees
Bluebells blazing
Where the fast waters flow
The time has come
For me to go
Feel like a prisoner
In a bleak city world
Need to turn back the clock
To where the wild cat is curled
My heart’s in the islands
Wherever I roam
That’s where I’ll be
When I get called home
Feel like I’m drifting
On a grey rolling sea
Watching mermaids dance
And she’s singing to me
But the waves wash deep
Over a mortal dream
And nothing is as easy
As it once did seem
Feel like my love was
Lost in the glen
On a mountain side
Where the stags rut again
On the rocky shore
My heart begins to burn
By a smoking peat fire
Someday I’ll return
My heart’s in the islands
At the break of dawn
When I left there
I hadn’t even been born
Just a young man all at sea
I threw too much out of the door
Now I am further away
Than ever before
Feel like I’m lost
So I sit and yearn
Some things in life
Take an age to unlearn
The sun outside shines on me
But not like the sun that used to be
On the ben I now see the winter hare
I’m not lost, I’m already there
No Time to Think 