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(A)
Mull of Kintyre
Oh (D)mist
rolling in from the (A)sea,
My desire
is (D)always
to be here
Oh (A)Mull
of Kintyre
(A)Far
have I travelled and much have I seen
(D)Dark
distant mountains with (A)valleys
of green.
Past painted
deserts the sunset's on fire
As he (D)carries
me home to the (E)Mull
of Kin(A)tyre.
Mull of Kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from he 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 time of the Mull of Kintyre.
Mull of Kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from he sea,
My desire is always
to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre.
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