Westering home and a song in the air, Light in the eye and its goodbye to care. Laughter of Love and a welcoming there, Isle of my heart my own one.
Tell me of lands of the orient gay, Speak of the riches and joys of Carthay, Oh but its grand to be waking each day, And find yourself nearer to Isla.
And its westering home and a song in the air, Light in the eye and its goodbye to care. Laughter of Love and a welcoming there, Isle of my heart my own one.
Where are the folk like the folk of the west ? Canty and couthy and kindly the best! There I would hide me and there I would rest. At home with my own folk on Isla.
And its westering home and a song in the air, Light in the eye and its goodbye to care. Laughter of Love and a welcoming there, Isle of my heart my own one.