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. |
