Scotland: ecco un luogo che dovrò visitare prima di morire!
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the seaMy desire is always to be hereOh Mull of KintyreFar have I travelled and much have I seenDark distant mountains with valleys of greenPast painted deserts, the sun sets on fireAs he carries me home to the Mull of KintyreMull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the seaMy desire is always to be hereOh Mull of KintyreSweep through the heather like deer in the glenCarry me back to the days I knew thenNights when we sang like a heavenly choirOf the life and the times of the Mull of KintyreMull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the seaMy desire is always to be hereOh Mull of KintyreSmiles in the sunshine and tears in the rainStill take me back where my mem'ries remainFlickering embers grow higher and high'rAs they carry me back to the Mull of KintyreMull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the seaMy desire is always to be hereOh Mull of KintyreMull of Kintyre...