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 Salen, where friendships abound
Let mighty Ben More guard the peace that I found
Where the forsa's 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
Bunessan's bold beauty to history clings
While Fionnphort guard fair Iona of kings
O'er the high rocks of Gribun 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
But now I stand silent on Calgary Bay
The mighty ships waiting their anchor to weigh
We sail for the west land at the 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 girls of my island