I've seen the red sunset glow gold on Loch Fyne
Have I seen these strange wonders for the very last time
The bright lights of Tarbert are beckoning bright
In the shivering coldness of a dark winter's night.
The Kyles in their glory are spread out below
The high hills of Aran are white-capped with snow
I'll soon have to think of Australia as home
But the truth will be always Argyll.
Cho: Always Argyll, always Argyll
Long will the memory linger
I'll soon have to think of Australia as home
But the truth will be always Argyll
High above Tignabruch I look out to sea
It will soon be no more than a memory to me
So I'll shed these few tears as my heart will allow
And maybe in time, I'll be happy somehow.
The thoughts of my childhood spin round in my mind
As I think of the beauty I'm leaving behind
When they ask where I come from, Australia I'll say
But the truth will be always Argyll.