Lyrics: David Silver
  Music: Ian MacLachlan
    There is no lyric on the Voyager album.
    Away to the westward
  I'm longing to be,
  Where the beauties of heaven
  Unfold by the sea;
  Where the sweet purple heather blooms
  Fragrant and free
  On a hilltop high above
  The Dark Island
    So gentle the sea breeze,
  That ripples the bay,
  Where the stream joins the ocean,
  And young children play;
  On the strand of pure silver,
  I'll welcome each day,
  And I'll roam for every more,
  The Dark Island
    True gem of the Herbrides,
  Bathed in the light,
  Of the mid-summer dawning,
  That follows the night;
  How I yearn for the cries,
  Of the seagulls in flight,
  As they circle above
  The Dark Island