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