Over a bridge in the sky
Time here may just fly
That’s just how you feel on the Isle of Seil
Look at the otters on the shore
Seagull party galore
Look at the school on the rocks
Enough water to fill our socks
Come across the bridge
And land in Tigh an Truish
The place where men become boys
And kilted men become decoys
From harsh reality living
It’s a long way to Drymen
But it’s far enough to drive
Not enough for the women
To get stuck in a place called Colintraive
Living next to the coast
This place sells the most
Scenery based surroundings
Full of green mountains
The sea is closer than your home
The breeze is colder than you know
The wind howls down your throat
The whales are loud here you know
Orcas and puffins know the good times
They’ll tell you how to keep going
Even when it gets near Balvicar
You’ll hear eagle flickers
Time for this island to go
Back to it’s old time so
you’ll know that’s where I am
That’s how I’m calm
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