A far croonin' is pulling me away,
As i take wi' my cromack to the road.
The far coolins are puttin' love on me,
As i step out wi' the sunlight for my load.

Chorus:
Sure by tummeol and loch rannoch and loch arber i will go,
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles;
If its thinkin' in your inner heart that braggarts in my step,
Then you've never smelled the tangle o' the isles.
The far coolins are putting love on me,
As i step out wi' my cromack to the isles.

Its be shiel water, the track is to the west,
By aillort and by morar to the sea.
The cool cresses i am thinkin' o' for luck,
And the bracken for a wink on mother knee.

The blue islands are pullin' me away,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lane.
The blue islands, from the skerries to the lewis,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

Road to the isles