A far croonin' is pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromach to the road. The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Chorus Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles. If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles. Oh the far Cuillins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' my cromach to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west By Ailort* and by Morar to the sea The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mother´s knee.
The blue islands are pullin' me away Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.