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 distant mountains with valleys of green.

Past painted deserts the sunsets 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



Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen

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

Mull of kintyre

Mull of kintyre



Mull of kintyre

Oh mist rolling in from the sea,

My desire is always to be here

Oh mull of kintyre



Mull of kintyre

Oh mist rolling in from the sea,

My desire is always to be here

Oh mull of kintyre