Lyrics:

Away To The Westward
i'm Longing To Be,
where The Beauties Of Heaven
unfold By The Sea;
where The Sweet Purple Heather Blooms
fragrant And Free
on A Hilltop High Above
the Dark Island

so Gentle The Sea Breeze,
that Ripples The Bay,
where The Stream Joins The Ocean,
and Young Children Play;
on The Strand Of Pure Silver,
i'll Welcome Each Day,
and I'll Roam For Every More,
the Dark Island

true Gem Of The Herbrides,
bathed In The Light,
of The Mid-Summer Dawning,
that Follows The Night;
how I Yearn For The Cries,
of The Seagulls In Flight,
as They Circle Above
the Dark Island