R E P E R T O I R E


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 traveled, and much have I seen,
dark distance mountains, the valleys of green.
past painted desert, the sunset's on fire
as he carries me home, to the mull of kintyre.

Mull of kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
my desire is always to be here, oh mull of kintyre.

Solo: door Henk en Piet

Sweet through the heather like deer's in the Glenn,
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.!

Mull of kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea,
my desire is always to be here, oh mull of kintyre...!! 2X