Soft billows on a wind that no one knows
They whisper on my heart both night and day
And memory calls me back where Stinchar flows.

In shadows of Glenapp her water flows
And heather on the moorlands gently sway;
Soft billows on a wind that no one knows.

In deep dark pools of silence salmon doze
And on her banks wild rugged urchins play
As memory calls me back where Stinchar flows.

Why am I doomed to wander when they're those
Who can stroll along her banks towards the bay,
Soft billows on a wind that no one knows.

When sun has settled soft at evening's close
And waves caress the rocks with ocean spray,
My memory calls me still where Stinchar flows.

Whatever nature forms, there's still the rose
And mine lies near the heart of Ballantrae;
Soft billows on that wind that no one knows,   
As memory calls me back, where Stinchar flows