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
 作词 : Bok, Traditional