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The Isle of Coll
The Isle of Coll is the best place to be
Right down, down to the sea
And in the blue warm waters.
Down I sit on the sand
And wriggle my toes in the yellowness
Of the grains of shells on the ground.'
Now I hear the sound
Of sheep passing by
And then I fill my ears
With a lovely gentle sigh.
Coll is the place where worries flyaway
Where flowers grow instead
And you see Breachacha Bay. |
