The Misty Isle (Skye) Lyrics

Although my head has greyed With forgetfulness and sadness, And the sun of my fifty years Has darkened under the clouds; My thoughts are filled With a great desire, To see the Isle of Skye The elements and the mist. It is more than forty years Since I left you willingly, And I put down my roots In the middle of the city; And although I married a fisherman Who filled my house with wealth, You are forever in my mind And I long to be in your shelter. But who has ears, Or a heart which beats with life Who will not sing this song with me About the hardship which has befallen us? The thousands who were cleared Deprived of their belongings and their rights, The desires of their hearts and their thoughts Are on the "Green Isle of the Mist". Now remember your hardship, And keep your banner flying; For the wheel (of change) will not go round for you Without strength and hardness of fist; Your cattle will be in their folds, And every farmer will be happy - And the English would be ousted From the "Green Isle of the Mist".