Soon shall I see thy bright shores in the sunlight
The heather of hill and the rising of morn
The rolling grey seamist rolls east in the morning
To run the wild hills of the cuillins of rhum

Far away seaward thy green hills are lovelit
Where runs the hill water afoam to the sea
Like tangle at noontime, like snow wreath in moonlight
As though who art yearning will yearn it to be

Far away seaward my queenland my youthland
Far away seaward the cuillins of home
And here in my dreamtime I’m hearing hill water
The laughter of streams by the cuillins of rhum

Soon shall I see thy bright shores in the sunlight
The heather of hill and the rising of morn
The rolling grey seamist rolls east in the morning
To run the wild hills of the cuillins of rhum