Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter o' love and a welcoming there Isle of my heart my own one.
Tell me o' lands of the Orient gay Speak o' the riches and joys of Cathay Ay but it's grand to be wakin' at day To find yourself nearer to Islay.
Where are the folk like the folk o' the west Canty and couthie and kindly the best There I would hie me and there I would rest At hame wi' my ain folk on Islay.
Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter o' love and a welcoming there Isle of my heart my own one.