Letras
Sad is my heart as I stand on the shore
Thinking of friends who will see me no more
Watching the waves as they thunder and roar
And sing with the voice of my island
Mull of my heart, my island, my home
How cruel the hand that has forced me to roam
Farewell to Ben More, to the Bracken and Burn
No more I'll return to my island
From Dervaig to Salland where friendships abound
Let mighty Ben More guard the peace that I found
Where the Forss of dark waters pour down to the sound
And sing with the voice of my island
Mull of my heart, my island, my home
How cruel the hand that has forced me to roam
Farewell to Ben More, to the Bracken and Burn
No more I'll return to my island
Ben Essan's bold beauty to history clings
While Fionnphort guards fair Iona of kings
O'er the high rocks of Gruivan the peregrine wings
And sings with the voice of my island
Mull of my heart, my island, my home
How cruel the hand that has forced me to roam
Farewell to Ben More, to the Bracken and Burn
No more I'll return to my island
For now I stand silent on Calgary Bay
The mighty ships waiting their anchor to weigh
We sail for the Westland at break of the day
Far away from the voice of my island
Mull of my heart, my island, my home
How cruel the hand that has forced me to roam
Farewell to Ben More, to the Bracken and Burn
No more I'll return to my island
Farewell to the voice of my island