1. Far from the highlands
And the westerly islands,
By many a strange land
Over the foam,
Fine ships are a-steaming
And the sailor is dreaming,
Dreaming of heaven,
Dreaming of home.

CHORUS: Now darkness is falling.
A piper is calling.
The melody lingers
Wherever I roam.
The shadows are stealing
Over mountain and sheiling,
And blessed is the sailor
Dreaming of home.

2. I've seen Gibraltar,
Monte Carlo and Malta,
The isles of the south seas,
The fountains of Rome.
Fond memories I treasure
But I'm filled with such pleasure
As I lie dreaming,
Dreaming of home. CHORUS

3. Down by the millside
In the shade of the hillside,
Young lovers once promised,
Never to part,
And oh, how I'm longing
To be there at the dawning
Holding you tightly,
Joy of my heart. CHORUS

Edited after album made available online for streaming