Ar Thoraigh na dtonn taim ag triall anonn
Thar farraige thorannach gharbh ri-dhoimhin
Ta na faoileain ag glaoch, "Failte romhatsa ar ais"
Agus leimeann an bad le teann athais fum

Mar sin canaigi a ard-fhaoileain sa speir
Agus leim leat a bhaid go hathasach san aer
Agus beir leat a ghaoth an sceal isteach go cuan
Ag fogairt go bhfuilim ag filleadh ar [bad word] 
To Toraigh na dtonn I am making my way
Over rolling waves, washed with salty spray
The seabirds skim the surging foam
And call from the island a [bad word] home

Leap, then, oh boat, with joy toward the sky
And cry out, you gulls, that circle now on high
And carry, oh wind, the word across to shore
And bear home the news of returning once more

Ar Thoraigh na dtonn (To Tory of the waves)
Taim ag tarraingt isteach (I am pulling in)
Im' shuile ta dochas (In my eyes there is hope)
Im' chroi ta misneach (In my heart there is courage)
Oir chimse mo cheadshearc (Because I see my first love)
Ag feitheamh le m' theacht (Awaiting [bad word] 
Is ni scarfar o cheile (And we will never)
Aris muid go brach (Be parted again)

Mar sin canaigi a ard-fhaoileain sa speir
Agus leim leat a bhaid go hathasach san aer
Agus beir leat a ghaoth an sceal isteach go cuan
Ag fogairt go bhfuilim ag filleadh ar [bad word]