ON THE ISLE OF MAY 
(David / Kostelanetz)
Connee Boswell


We strolled along through the heather
And it was June, June on the Isle of May
Your lips were sweet as the heather
Love was in bloom 
There, on the Isle of May

^Close in your arms heaven opened its doors
Then like a fool I sailed away
But our love will bring us together
When it is June, June on the Isle of May 

(Rep from ^)