The Iolaire

Eilean Froaich, I yearn to see you Sing to me the Island Ocean Through the cries of war I hear you Far to the west and worlds away From the futile fields of war Island men I hear them calling Sing to me the Island Ocean Killed in vain, I see them falling Oh take me west and worlds away From the futile fields of war Four brutal years were unforgiving Sing to me the Island Ocean By grace of God I yet was living And sailing west and worlds away From the futile fields of war The harbour lights, I see them gleaming Sing to me the Island Ocean Nearly home and I am dreaming I'm in the west and worlds away From the futile fields of war The Beasts of Holm were dark and savage Sing to me the Island Ocean Their scythe of fate would blindly ravage Far to the west and world away From the futile fields of war New Year of peace would dawn tomorrow Sing to me the Island Ocean From hope and joy to wrenching sorrow Far to the west and worlds away From the futile fields of war My lovers kiss, her arms around me Sing to me the Island Ocean So near, but on the shore she found me Far to the west and worlds away From the futile fields of war The morning tide brought home our boys They lay among the scattered toys Our tears of love and deep relief Became the tears of tearing grief Eilean Fraoich, Eilean Fraoich Eilean Fraoich nam beann àrd Far an d' fhuair mi m' àrach òg Eilean Leòdhais mo ghràidh Eilean Fraoich, Eilean Fraoich Eilean Fraoich nam beann àrd Far an d' fhuair mi m' àrach òg Eilean Leòdhais mo ghràidh Eilean Fraoich, Eilean Fraoich Eilean Fraoich nam beann àrd Far an d' fhuair mi m' àrach òg Eilean Leòdhais mo ghràidh