Chorus

Shall I ever return to Lewis
Shall I ever return to stay or to visit
Shall I ever return to Lewis
Or shall I get to visit Cnoc Chùsbaig

It's where my mother reared me when I was young
It's where I spent my better days
It's where I was with my Mairi and my young children
Between Buail-fheòir and Cnoc Chùsbaig

There isn't a fish that can be hooked or travels a ocean
That in Springtime doesn't come from east and north
And many's a catch on a cold morning
Would be sent up to Cnoc Chùsbaig

I had cows and sheep and a free house there
And my land was beside Dòmhnall Donn
Whenever there was bad weather
We'd be at the foot of Cnoc Chùsbaig

At any time of the day it was a pleasure to be there
Early in the morning or late at night
Before they'd go to sleep at night-time
We'd be singing at Cnoc Chùsbaig

It's the same God that's in Britain that's on this side of the ocean
It is he that rules the glens and the high bens
He is the King of Kings ruling from above
We are open to his eyes each day

The writer is talking about Missing Lewis, and he will to return