Hark when the night is falling
Hear-hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling
Down through the glen
Where-where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-leaping
High as the spirits of the old island men

Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beaming
Love sets the heart a-dreaming
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again

High in the misty islands
Out by the purple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eyes