The direction one is heading is into the wild winds and towards the love in the maiden's eyes (I suspect that there is a correlation between wild love and windy maidens somewhere too).
Chorus:
And it's Westering home, and a song in the air,
Light in the eye, and it's goodbye to care.
Laughter o' love, and a welcoming there,
Isle of my heart, my own one.
Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay,
Speak o' the riches and joys o' Cathay;
Eh, but it's grand to be wakin' ilk day,
To find yourself nearer to Isla.
Chorus:
Where are the folk like the folk o' the west?
Canty, and couthy, and kindly, the best.
There I would hie me and there I would rest,
At hame wi' my ain folk in Isla.
Chorus:
I sang Westering home on solitary night watches between Gothenburg and Peterhead, so I was definitely sailing West.
Try the Eriskay Love Lilt in Gaelic and English when you are sailing home to Scotland
Bheir me o, horo van o
Bheir me o, horo van ee
Bheir me o, o horo ho
Sad am I, without thee.
Thou'rt the music of my heart
Harp of joy, o cruit mo chruidh
Moon of guidance by night
Strength and light thou'rt to me.
In the morning, when I go
To the white and shining sea
In the calling of the seals
Thy soft calling to me.
When I'm lonely, dear white heart
Black the night and wild the sea
By love's light, my foot finds
The old pathway to me.
or
Cailin mo runsa [The girl I adore]
The trouble with this romantic stuff is that you wind up married. I used to think a guy I sailed with was a bit soft in the head, until I realised he had the brains to stay single, it was the rest of us who were *&^%!stupid! Having said that, 57 kilos of lovely Swedish blonde can still wrap me round her little finger, and we've been married more years than I care to remember.
If anyone anchors near a Westerly Solway called Starlet next season anywhere between east coast and baltic come aboard, i'll play it on me squeeze box and you can sing it. As far as which direction your headed who cares along as it's downwind.