“Silver Sands of Morar”

There’s a Hamlet in the West
Where the weary mind finds rest,
Far surpassing beauty spots in foreign lands;
Where the River meets the sea,
Thats the place where I would be;
Blessed Morar with its lovely silver sands.

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O ’twas my delight to roam
In the woods around my home
And to hear the Mavis sing upon the tree;
With its notes so sweet and clear,
Falling softly on the ear;
Bids me welcome back to Morar by the sea

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In the tranquil summer days
It is shear delight to gaze
On the loch so calm and still;
And seem to hear a prayer
Rise like incense in the air,
To the music of the gently babbling rill

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When my earthly toil is done
And the sands of life run near
And I’m waiting for my call so patiently
I would like that to be at rest
In that Eden in the West
Where the Morar River gently meets the sea