On a stunning blustery day above Porthleven in August 2020, Will Keating performs Harry Glassons timeless "Beautiful Islands of Scilly" with two of his Daughters.
Oh beautiful islands of Scilly Golden sand washed by the sea These islands of stone Are the islands of home You always are calling to me And wherever I travel In this world wherever I roam There's none can compare To those Islands so fair The islands of Scilly my home St Agnes, Bryher and Tresco Samson, St Marys and Gugh Islands apart But here in my heart I'm always thinking of you From the day mark that stands On St martins To the bishop that stands to the west In the clear summer light Or a rough winters night It's the way I remember you best Terraced fields of the spring flowers Your heather clad hills in the fall I'll be thinking of you Out there in the blue In the west wind, I hear you call You stand out there in the Atlantic A beautiful fortress alone And though far and wide Your folks may abide The islands of Scilly are home Oh beautiful islands of Scilly Golden sand washed by the sea These islands of stone Are the islands of home You always are calling to me And wherever I travel In this world wherever I roam There's none can compare To those Islands so fair The islands of Scilly my home
Beautiful song Beautiful location ❤
A delightful song, beautifully performed in a lovely location.
Oh beautiful islands of Scilly
Golden sand washed by the sea
These islands of stone
Are the islands of home
You always are calling to me
And wherever I travel
In this world wherever I roam
There's none can compare
To those Islands so fair
The islands of Scilly my home
St Agnes, Bryher and Tresco
Samson, St Marys and Gugh
Islands apart
But here in my heart
I'm always thinking of you
From the day mark that stands
On St martins
To the bishop that stands to the west
In the clear summer light
Or a rough winters night
It's the way I remember you best
Terraced fields of the spring flowers
Your heather clad hills in the fall
I'll be thinking of you
Out there in the blue
In the west wind, I hear you call
You stand out there in the Atlantic
A beautiful fortress alone
And though far and wide
Your folks may abide
The islands of Scilly are home
Oh beautiful islands of Scilly
Golden sand washed by the sea
These islands of stone
Are the islands of home
You always are calling to me
And wherever I travel
In this world wherever I roam
There's none can compare
To those Islands so fair
The islands of Scilly my home
Beautiful mate, wish you could teach me guitar!