MATT McGINN

Stornoway Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a cavern of gold,
In the Cuillins of Skye,
Where riches and wealth untold,
Stand seven foot high.

Chorus
So bid farewell my Love,
For time quickly flows,
Come over the Minch with me,
My Stornoway Rose.

Away with your cavern of gold,
For I have heard tell,
Your Cullins gold my Love,
Is bound by a spell.

I've heard them say my Love,
Your sweet precious gold,
Can be had by any man,
For the price of his soul.

Treasures abound my Love,
In the Island of Skye,
I need no bribe of gold,
To the Cuillins I'll fly.

There is a cavern of gold,
In the Cuillins of Skye,
Where riches and wealth untold,
Stand seven foot high.