| Chorus |
Foula, Foula, the island of my dreams Foula, Foula, nothing's as it seems Foula, Foula, land of birds and sheep Foula, Foula, I see you when I sleep |
| (1) |
An island at the edge of the world A rugged, splendid land With life and love and magic Always near at hand |
| (2) |
The wind and sea are strong and wild The cliffs are sheer and high You see the seabirds fishing Hear the curlew's cry |
| (3) |
The mist rolls down over Soberlie The land at once is grey Peat bogs are waiting for you If you go astray |
| (4) |
A tystie flies over Boulder Beach It flies on out to sea To catch unwary sandeels May it always be |
| (5) |
The male shag sits and croaks at you The female only hissed The allen hit your head Be glad the bonxie missed |
| (6) |
One day I will return to you Island of my dreams Because you hold the magic Know what loving means |
Spirit of the Land
| Chorus 1 |
Within the land there is a power Spirit of the land Within the land the magic sits Spirit of the land |
| (1) |
Hear the voice upon the wind Feel the power blow See the shadows in the mist Wish before you go |
| Chorus 2 |
The spirit of the land is calling Spirit of the land The power sits within the land Spirit of the land |
| (2) |
Feel that shiver up your spine Magic is on you With open heart and open mind You know what to do |
| Chorus 3 |
The power of life is there for you Spirit of the land The spirit of the land is strong Spirit of the land |
| (3) |
See the force as the water falls Breathing in the power The smell of magic in the air Pungent violet flower |
| Chorus 4 |
Both love and hate are in the land Spirit of the land Life is richer when you know Spirit of the land |
| Chorus 1 |
Within the land there is a power Spirit of the land Within the land the magic sits Spirit of the land |
Rolling Down the Coast
| Chorus |
Rolling down the coast, looking at the seabirds Rolling down the coast, the team are looking good Rolling down the coast, keeping a sharp lookout Rolling down the coast, doing what we should |
| (1) |
The hill at the 'Ha Will get you every time And then when you get there The birds are looking fine |
| (2) |
Heading south around the coast Gerry sees a chick A chick with two mother's That's quite a trick |
| (3) |
Julie sees a tystie Sitting on a rock Kenny sees another two Smart alec guide |
| (4) |
Phyllis gets her eye in She sees the eiders go That female is a male "Well whadda ya know" |
| (5) |
Lunch time we're at Ham Voe Joan sees a diver fish The stories of our young days Be careful what you wish |
| (6) |
At Hedli Cliff we're almost there Gloria continues on She's looked for seals and seabirds One look and then we're gone |
| (7) |
And so at last we reach the Noop The team is tired out Through the Daal and up the road And then we sing and shout |
The Ridge
| Chorus |
Up and up and up we went Up across the ridge Up and up and up we went Keeping to the edge |
| (1) |
The team of seven climbed the hill To the very top Posing for Susan's camera At every possible stop |
| (2) |
We reached the top of Hamnafield There we had a rest Looking over windswept land The sea to east and west |
| (3) |
Tube in hand we looked for pellets With an eagle eye Open them to find the treasure Frank's triumphant cry |
| (4) |
Lunch time found us on the Sneug At thirteen hundred feet What a busy place this is Lots of folk we meet |
| (5) |
During lunch the mist rolled in We could hardly see Ringing bonxies on the hill What a place to be |
| (6) |
In the mist we lost our way From the sea-cliff top Puffins and fulmars flying there Marjo said "lets stop" |
| (7) |
Home at last we trudged to Ristie A hungry, ragged band But dinner wasn't started yet So Betsy lent a hand |
Peerie Trow
| Chorus |
Magic trow, peerie trow Hidden in the land Magic trow, peerie trow Take me by the hand |
| (1) |
The peerie people of the land The trows to you and me We often see their mischief But them we seldom see |
| (2) |
There is a trow who writes on hills His writing you can see He uses stones and boulders He writes for you and me |
| (3) |
There is a trow that children see And music he does play They're in his house for hours But they're away for days |
| (4) |
There are some trows who topple stacks Push peats down from the bank How can they get their pleasure Where do they get their thanks |
| (5) |
There are some trows who do good deeds Watch the land as you're asleep They take good care of all you own When danger calls they protect the sheep |
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