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#From: [email protected] (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
#Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:29:17 GMT
#Subject: CRD: Isle of Islay (Donovan)
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#CRD: isle_of_islay.crd /d/donovan
Isle of Islay
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch
Note: Time change each line (4/4 : 2/4 : 4/4)
[Gm]How high the gulls fly o'er [Eb]Islay.
|4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 |
[Gm]How sad the farm lad deep in [F]play.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[Gm]How well the sheep's bell music [Eb]makes.
[Gm]Rovin' the cliff when fancy [F]takes.
[Eb]Felt like the [F]tide left me [Gm]here.
[Gm]How blest the forest with birds' [Eb]song.
[Gm]How neat the cut peat laid so [F]long.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]seed on your l[Gm]and.
(Instrumental -- no time change in these lines)
[Gm] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [Gm] [Gm] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [Gm] [Gm]How high the gulls fly o'er [Eb]Islay.
[Gm]How sad the farm lad deep in [F]play.
[Eb]Felt like the [F]tide left me [Gm]here.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[--][email protected] The Doctor is on.
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#From: [email protected] (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
#Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:29:17 GMT
#Subject: CRD: Isle of Islay (Donovan)
#
#CRD: isle_of_islay.crd /d/donovan
Isle of Islay
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch
Note: Time change each line (4/4 : 2/4 : 4/4)
[Gm]How high the gulls fly o'er [Eb]Islay.
|4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 |
[Gm]How sad the farm lad deep in [F]play.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[Gm]How well the sheep's bell music [Eb]makes.
[Gm]Rovin' the cliff when fancy [F]takes.
[Eb]Felt like the [F]tide left me [Gm]here.
[Gm]How blest the forest with birds' [Eb]song.
[Gm]How neat the cut peat laid so [F]long.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]seed on your l[Gm]and.
(Instrumental -- no time change in these lines)
[Gm] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [Gm] [Gm] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [Gm] [Gm]How high the gulls fly o'er [Eb]Islay.
[Gm]How sad the farm lad deep in [F]play.
[Eb]Felt like the [F]tide left me [Gm]here.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[Eb]Felt like a [F]grain on your [Gm]sand.
[--][email protected] The Doctor is on.