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Isle Of Islay

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a grain on your sand

How well the sheep's bell
Music makes
Roving the cliff
When fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here

How blessed the forest
With birdsong
How neat the cut peat
Laid so long
Felt like a seed on your land

How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a tide left me here
Felt like a grain on your sand
Felt like a grain on your sand


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Isle Of Islay (Donovan In Concert Version)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


[The introduction is included on this track only in the original 1968 album version. In the 2006 expanded version it was included as another track called Intro, and it's a bit longer.]

Rhett Walker: «If I can win my way through the flowers here. Welcome to the phenomenon of Donovan! I say "phenomenon" for various reasons which you'll see tonight. Uh... in particular, a few weeks ago, KRLA was proud to present Donovan at his first concert at the Hollywoood Bowl, some of you were probably there, right? If you were there you're well aware the story, for those of you who weren't there, I think you'll find it interesting: Donovan came out on stage and it started to rain. And he said, "if everybody claps their hands, it will stop raining", so everybody applauded and it stopped raining. When he left the stage it rained again. Call him what you will, he is a phenomenon. So without anymore ado, I'd like to introduce you to Donovan's father, Mr. Donald Leitch.»

Mr. Donald Leitch: «Good evening folks, I bid you welcome to this, an evening with Donovan! And without any further ado, it is now my pride and privilege to present to you your evening star: Donovan.»

How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a seed on your land

How well the sheep's bell
Music makes
Roving the cliff
When fancy takes
Felt like a grain on your sand

How blessed the forest
With birdsong
How neat the cut peat
Laid so long
Felt like a seed on your land

How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a grain on your sand
Felt like a seed on your land
Felt like a tide left me here


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Isle Of Islay (Rising Again Version)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
Felt like a tide left me here

How well the sheep's bell
Music makes
Roving the cliff
When fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here

How blessed the forest
With birdsong
How neat the cut peat
Laid so long
Felt like a tide left me here
Felt like a seed on your land
Felt like a grain on your sand

Thanks, thank you, nice


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Isle Of Islay (Greatest Hits Live: Vancouver 1986 Version)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


Of all the pop stars in London in the 60's, I was the first to be busted for pot. Well, it was only right. I'd rented the apartment to two American girls, while I was on tour in America. And they had a few parties, they invited a few undesirable elements. And the cops came around, but when they realized who's apartment it was, they said, "let's wait till he comes back of tour, and then we'll get him", and so they did. And I arrived back, and I was sleeping one night, and there was a great knock on the door. Nine big burly policemen came crashing in through the door. They stomped all over the [...] mats. I jumped out of bed, naked as the day I was born. One policeman grabbed me around the neck, can you imagine me? Naked, tangling on the end of a policeman? They took me down the station, they booked me, and they fingerprinted me. And at 4 a.m. on a cold London morning, they let me out on the streets of London. And the head of the drug squad, Sergeant Pilcher, he said to me as I left the station, he said, "Don, you know, it's only my job, can I have your autograph for my daughter?" Well, the next day the papers were full of it, taxi drivers were waving me down in the street, saying, "Hey Don! Can I have one of them funny cigarettes?" Well I had to leave, I had to get away from the publicity, so I took a plane north to Scotland, and on a northen island I found the peace, and I wrote this song...

How high the gulls fly
Over Islay
How sad the farm lad
Deep in play
I felt like a tide left me here
I felt like a seed on your land

How well the sheep's bell
Music makes
Roving the cliff
When fancy takes
I felt like a tide left me here
I felt like a seed on your land

I felt like a tide left me here
I felt like a seed on your land

How blessed the forest
With birdsong
How neat the cut peat
Laid so long
I felt like a tide left me here
I felt like a seed on your land
I felt like a tide left me here

Thank you

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