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