O come with me where the sea birds fly,
Remote and far by the isle of SKYE —
Away with the winds a-sailing!
Where dreams are the gift availing —
Will ye come with me?

O see my boat with the brown sail dance,
Where shafts of the Sun on the green waves glance.
The rush, the rise, and the falling —
The way of the sea a-calling —
Will ye come with me?

We 'll go where the days are blue and white —
Where the stars are gold in the purple night —
By many an island faring —
The ways of a love all daring!
If ye come with me.