Lyrics:

Westering home with a song in the air
Light in the eye and its good by to care
Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
Isle of my heart, my own land

Tell me of lands of the Orient gay
Speak of the riches that come from Cathay
Ah but it's grand to be woken at day
And find yourself nearer to Islay

Where are the folk like the folk of the west
Canty and couthy and kindly, the best
There I would hie me and there I would rest
At home with my own folk in Islay

Now I'm at home and at home I do lay
Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
I'll board a good ship and I'll be on my way
And bring back my fortune to Islay

Light of my heart, my own land