The Dark Island
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Carson POV (as evidenced by the accented words)
Well. Looks like this is the end, for now. Back ta Earth fer me. I didnae mean to die so soon, nor did I expect ta go back to Earth this way. Rodney, you daft haggis, please dinna blame yerself. Twasn't yer fault. Colonel, son, no force in heaven coulda moved me from doin my job. It wassna yer fault either. I'm gonna go back to my dark island now, and I'll be needin you ta take care of everyone.
Away to the westward, I'm longing to be
Where the beauties of heaven' unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather' blooms fragrant and free
On a hill-top, high above the Dark Island
Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban, and passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic, that lingers for me
When I'm back, once more upon, the Dark Island.
Elizabeth, lass, that was a beautiful speech. I hope you take care of yourself, seein' as I won't be around anymore ta make you sleep or eat. I know in me heart that ye'll be throwin' yerself inta yer work, but I hope ye'll understand that this is not my end.
So gentle the sea breeze' that ripples the bay
Where the stream joins the ocean, and young children play
On a strand of pure silver, I'll welcome each day
And I'll roam forever more, the Dark Island
Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban, and passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic, that lingers for me
When I'm back, once more upon, the Dark Island.
Ach, that bloody bugger is butcherin' such a lovely song. I guess it's the thought that counts though. Time for me to be movin on now. Take care my friends, and take care of each other. And dinna mourn me, for I'm back, once more upon, my dark island.
True gem of the hebrides, bathed in the light
Like a midsummer dawning, that follows the night
How I long for the cry, of the seagulls in flight
As they circle high above' the Dark Island
Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
As the steamer leaves Oban, and passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic, that lingers for me
When I'm back, once more upon, the Dark Island.
(AN)The song above was the bagpipe tune played during Carson's memorial. I personally thought that it wasn't played very well.
Lyrics can be found here: http:// www .incallander .co.uk/ scottishsongs/ song4 .htm (Remove Spaces)
