Away to the westward,
I'm longing to be
where the beauties of paradise ,
unfold by the sea
and the sweet purple heather,
blooins fragrant and free
on a hill-top,
high above the Misty Islands

So gentle the sea breeze,
that ripples the bay
where the stream joins the ocean,
and young children play
on a strand of pure silver,
I'll welcome each day
and I'll roam forever more,
my heart's desire

True gem of the Hebrides,
bathed in the light
like a midsummer dawning,
that follows the night
how I long for the cry,
of the seagulls in flight
as they circle high above
those heavenly shores

Oh how I yearn
for those blue Gaelic eyes
that awakened love
deep within my soul
so pure and tender
with a loving Scottish smile
alas , time flies
and love must part
still there grows
an undying vine
that holds us together
come what may