The mines are a-closin', the fish are all gone.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.
The future's not rosy for fathers or sons.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.

The story was diff'rent in Grandfather's time.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.
Coal seams were thick, and the cod stocks were high.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.

1st BRIDGE:
Leaving with hearts that can scarce stand the pain,
Fighting the tears that our eyes can't contain,
We're some of the many to look back and sigh:
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.

CHORUS:
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye-
Land where my forefathers made a new life,
Home to my children and wife.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.

Now, sad is the fiddle that sounds in the glen.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.
And God only knows when I'll hear it again.
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.

2nd BRIDGE:
Leaving with fear and a longing within
For times that are gone and will not come again.
We're some of the many to look back and sigh:
Bye, bye, my Island, good-bye.
(to double chorus)
                Music   Piano Music