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.