(Chorus:)
Mull of Kintyre, 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,
darkest of mountains with valleys of green,
past painted deserts the sun sets on fire
as he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre.
Chorus
Instrumental
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.
Chorus
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering embers go higher and higher,
as they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre.
Chorus (bis)
*beim verlinkten Liveauftritt fehlt leider die letzte Strophe.