The Cuillins Of Rhum

Soon shall I see your bright shores in the sunlight

The heather of hills and the rising of morn

The rolling grey sea mist 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 thou 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 dream time I'm hearing hill water

The laughter of streams by the cuillins of Rhum

Soon shall I see your bright shores in the sunlight

The heather of hills and the rising of morn

The rolling grey sea mist rolls east in the morning

To run the wild hills of the cuillins of Rhum