Boat ride on the water
sea roll on the shore
girl with eyes of the morning
singing she climbs the hill
Come ye winds from the borderland
broken dreams can fly
above the poor and the rich man
beyond the Isle of Skye
Fisher ride on the water
straining the sea through a net
mountain lining the skyway
where the eagle sails in the sun
Come ye winds from the borderland
broken dreams can fly
above the poor and the rich man
beyond the Isle of Skye
beyond the Isle of Skye
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