Home To The Kyles
Lyrics by McCrone/Paterson/Whitton

'Memories of many great times singing in Tighnabruaich made this song
a must for the album.'

There’s a place out in the west
Where my thoughts all come to rest
Rugged grandeur seen throughout the country side
Though I’ve travelled everywhere
There’s no heaven to compare
With that sleepy village nestling on the Clyde

Feast your eyes on beauties rare
Free for all the world to share
See the Kyles of Bute mid skies of hazy blue
Will you come along with me
To that haven by the sea
We’ll go back to Tighnabruaich you and I

Take the high road from Dunoon
On a sunny afternoon
At the crest the view brings life to weary eyes
Where the islands dot the sea
And the yachts glide in the breeze
Through the narrows to the waiting paradise

While the blackbird in the tree
Sings its haunting melody
How I wish that I could sing such songs for you
Will you come along with me
To that haven by the sea
We’ll go back to Tighnabruaich you and I