Capo III
Isle of Islay
Donovan Leitch / Donovan: A Gift from a Flower to a Garden (1967)
Em | C | |
How high the gulls fly o'er Is | lay. |
Em | D | |
How sad the farm lad deep in | play. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |
Em | C | |
How well the sheep's bell music | makes. |
Em | D | |
Rovin' the cliff when fancy | takes. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like the | tide left me | here. |
Em | C | |
How blessed the forest with birds' | song. |
Em | D | |
How neat the cut peat laid so | long. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like a | seed on your | land. |
|: | Em | Em | C | G | Em | :| | |
Em | C | |
How high the gulls fly o'er Is | lay. |
Em | D | |
How sad the farm lad deep in | play. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like the | tide left me | here. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |
C | D | Em | |
Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |