| Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
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| My desire is always to be here
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| Oh Mull of Kintyre
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| Far have I travelled and much have I seen
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| Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
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| Past painted deserts, the sun sets on fire
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| As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
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| Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
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| My desire is always to be here
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| Oh Mull of Kintyre
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| Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
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| Carry me back to the days I knew then
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| Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
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| Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
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| Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
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| My desire is always to be here
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| Oh Mull of Kintyre
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| Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
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| Still take me back where my mem’ries remain
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| Flickering embers grow higher and high’r
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| As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
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| Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
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| My desire is always to be here
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| Oh Mull of Kintyre
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| Mull of Kintyre… |