Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Mull was astern
Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard brow;
Glory of youth, glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lad that's gone

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye