Description: Skye in Mind, Singer/Songwriter, Folk Singer-Songwriter, production music library, royalty-free music and music loops
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
I went abroad at early age, but seventeen or so
I’d wearied of the clouds, the waves, the ever cold eternal shore.
But for the things I treasure most, I’ve been surprised to find
I close my eyes where’er I am, and then I visit Skye in mind.
Verse:
Scotland was na’ far away, but Spain and China were
I resolved to see myself how men were wiser there
It seemed quite the plain truth of things might clearer be to me
If I could only traverse o’er that barricade of sea.
Bridge:
My mother begged me not to go; my father said but naught
Our house was quiet like a tomb, save when we frankly fought.
Though saddened much to watch them so, one fact was clear to see
That island was too small a place for someone fine as me.
Chorus:
I went abroad at early age, but seventeen or so
Weary of the clouds, the waves, the ever cold eternal shore
But for the things I treasure most, I’ve been surprised to find
I close my eyes where’er I am, and then I visit Skye in mind.
Verse:
(And) So I followed sail for years, from London to Peru
And in each port I cast aside a boyish dream or two
I married in New Zealand where I closed my travel book
And settled on her people’s farm not far from Mountain Cook.
Bridge:
But now my son, he comes to me, a strapping boy in truth
And bothers me with queries ‘bout that island of my youth
His mother begs him not to go, like mine did once so plea;
Her words will bend him just as much as mother’s own did me.
Chorus:
I went abroad at early age, but seventeen or so
Weary of the clouds, the waves, the ever cold eternal shore
But for the things I treasure most, I’m still surprised to find
I close my eyes where’er I am, and then I visit Skye in mind.
But for the things I treasure most, I’m still surprised to find
I close my eyes where’er I am, and then I visit Skye in mind.
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