| Westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Tell me of lands of the Orient gay
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| Speak of the riches and joys of Cathay
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| Ah but it’s grand to be waken at day
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| To find yourself nearer to Islay
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| Westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Where are the folk like the folk of the west
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| Canty and couthy and kindly, the best
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| There I would hie me and there I would rest
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| At home with my own folk in Islay
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| Westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Now I’m at home and at home I do lay
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| Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
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| I’ll board a good ship and I’ll be on my way
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| And bring back my fortune to Islay
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| And it’s westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Westering home with a song in the air
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| Light in me eye and its goodbye to care
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| Laughter o' love and a welcoming there
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| Isle o' my heart my own one
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| Isle o' my heart my own one |