|Titel:||Mull of Kintyre|
Mull of Kintyre of mist rolling in from,
the sea myde sire is always to be here,
oh Mull of Kintyre far have I travelled,
and much have I seen.
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green,
past painted deserts.
The sunset's on fire as he caries me home to the Mull of Kintyre.
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from,
the sea myde sire is always to be here, of Mull of Kintyre.
Sweep throught the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then.
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre.