Eilean a’ Cheo (the Isle of the Mist)

Brief synopsis: My head has greyed and the sun of my fifty years has darkened under the clouds, my thoughts are filled with the desire to see the Isle of Skye, the elements and the mist. I married a fisherman and have beautiful things in my house but you are forever in my mind. Who will not sing this song of hardship and the clearances ? Keep your banner flying and one day the Sas’nnaich will fly from the Green Isle of the Mist. From A’ Choisir-Chiuil The St. Columba Collection of Gaelic Songs, Gairm Pu