Mull of kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea, my desire 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. Papst painted deserts, the sunset?s on fire as he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre. Refr. Sweep through 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. Refr. 2: Mull of Kintyre, oh, mist rolling in from the sea, my desire is always to be there, oh, Mull of Kintyre. Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain, still take me back where my mem?ries remain. Flickering embers grow higher and high?r as they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre. Refr. 2 Mull of Kintyre, Mull of Kintyre, Mull of Kintyre, Mull of Kintyre