As we leave the Sound of Mull behind
We head out to the west
Leaving the Cailleach head astern
Past the Islands I love best

The Treshnish Isles pass by our side
As we head out to the sea
Outward bound for the Stanton Banks
Where the waves roll fast and free

The Isle of Coll on our starboard bow
Its memories I hold dear
Of a kind and gentle people
As my boat draws ever near

 Passing the entrance to Arinagour
Fond memories I recall
Of the music, fun and the wedding dance
In the local village hall

As we keep on heading westwards
Past the buoy at Gunna Sound
A short cut saving time for us
As we moved to Northern grounds

With Scarrasaig to starboard
We steam by Hynish Bay
A haven where we anchored
On many a winter’s day

As we leave the cliffs at Kennevara
Where the birds fly free and high
The tall grey tower of Skerryvore
Soars up towards the sky

Now as we depart the Passage
Heading into the Atlantic swell 
Past the lighthouse and the reefs
What stories they could tell

Looking back to distant times
In a storm lashed winter sea
We were glad to see the Passage
And the island of Tiree.