It was written in the 1930s by Christopher Lanham, a Hampshire schoolteacher, while working on West Falkland.

In my heart there's a call for the isles far away Where the wind from the Horn often wanders at play.

Where the kelp moves and swells to the wind and the tide And penguins troop down from the lonely hillside.

Chorus: Those isles of the sea are calling to me, The smell of the camp fire a dear memory.

Though far I may roam, some day I’ll come home To the islands, the Falklands, the isles of the sea.