Out of Oban on the ferry,
past that lovely island Mull.
Into Arinagour harbour,
we have reached the Isle of Coll.

Isle of Coll the little treasure,
of the islands of the sea.
You're the one my heart belongs to,
you're the only one for me.

All around your sandy beaches,
seals and otters are at play.
Ships that pass on the horizon,
small yachts bobbing in the bay.

With the sealife and the birdlife,
nature's glory for all to see.
And the fauna and the flora,
it's so picturesque to me.

Yes, there is no place quite like you,
the most beautiful of all.
You're my Hebridean haven,
the majestic Isle of Coll.