The Mists Of Islay
Words and Music by Gavin Creed, Wishart Campbell & John McDonald

Ah, lost in the mists of Islay.

Through a veil of bygone years,
Through the exile’s hidden tears,
One dear vision oft appears
Out of the mists of Islay.

Waters break on rocky shore,
Sea winds sighing as of yore,
Seabirds crying as they soar,
Over the mists of Islay.

Isle mem’ry home to me,
Never more thy hills I’ll see,
Evermore my heart will be
Lost in the mists of Islay.

Evermore my heart will be
Lost in the mists of Islay.

Ah, lost in the mists of Islay.