Traditional

A far croonin' is calling me away,
As step I wi' me cromac on the road.
The blue islands are putting love on me,
As step I wi' the sunlight for me load.

Chorus:
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Loch Aber I will go,
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If its thinking in your inner heart, a blaggards in me step,
Sure you've never smelt the tangle of the Isles

Shiel Water, the track is to the west,
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
The cool cresses I am thinking for to pluck,
And bracken for a wink on mother's knee.

The blue islands are putting love on me,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue, blue islands from the Skerries to the Lees,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.