The Unevolved Psyche

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How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a grain on your sand

How well the sheep's bell
Music makes
Roving the cliff
When fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here

How blessed the forest
With birdsong
How neat the cut peat
Laid so long
Felt like a seed on your land

How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a tide left me here
Felt like a grain on your sand
Felt like a grain on your sand

10. Isle of Islay
(Leitch; arr. Heikkilä) What have I done? This was Donovan's one of the most beautiful track. Jore went punk! Just kidding.... --Jore Much different from Donovan's - and why not? Jore takes the piss out of punk and heavy metal - quite rightly. Great! --Davy