Westering home and a song in the air,
Light in the eye and its goodbye to care.
Laughter of Love and a [bad word] there,
Isle of my heart my own one.

Tell me of lands of the orient [bad word] 
Speak of the riches and joys of Carthay,
Oh but its grand to be waking each day,
And find yourself nearer to Isla.

And its westering home and a song in the air,
Light in the eye and its goodbye to care.
Laughter of Love and a [bad word] there,
Isle of my heart my own one.

Where are the folk like the folk of the west ?
Canty and couthy and kindly the best!
There I would hide me and there I would rest.
At home with my own folk on Isla.

And its westering home and a song in the air,
Light in the eye and its goodbye to care.
Laughter of Love and a [bad word] there,
Isle of my heart my own one.