There's a stretch of blue water in the heart of Victoria Where the whistling geese and the cormorants fly And a chapel looks down on the place where I've willed I should make my last voyage whenever I die So I carry my ashes on down from the chapel Sail them away to Chayira's fair isle Scatter them over the rocks of Chayira And let them blow free In the breezes of Kyle Chayira, Chayira, Chayira And the mountains stand fast in the clouds and the thunder And look to the plains where the eland are free Where the hippo can guffaw and rhino can wander And there on Chayira my spirit shall be So I carry my ashes on down from the chapel Sail them away to Chayira's fair isle Scatter them over the rocks of Chayira And let them blow free In the breezes of Kyle Chayira, Chayira, Chayira Chayira, Chayira, Chayira