- Yearning for my Hebridean Island,
The mountains there are heather sweet to-day
It may be just because my heart is Highland
I long for Mull and T obermory Bay
The fishing boats, the nip of Autumn weather
The spindrift, the excitement ofthe fray
The toil of hauling in the nets together
Then homing back to Tobermory Bay
- Here I feel l' m not be longing rightly
The Lowlands are attractiv e in their way
But all the same my mind is anchored tightly
To sunrise over Tobermory Bay
To kindly folk too honest to deceive me
I'd guarantee their goodness any day
Their Highland hearts are tru-er gold believe me
Than all the gold in Tobermory Bay
- The birds need only lift their wings and wander
I wish I were as fortunate as they
If I had wings to spread I'd fly them yonder
And set down by Tobermory Bay
My dream of Mull grows stronger still and stronger
So strong it is I dare not disobey
It's home for me, I can indeed no longer
Resist the call of T obermory Bay
J Reine, K North & J Harper
