Not My Land ©
Let me leave these vast green fields,
for they are not mine to keep,
and when I stand upon that land it makes me want to weep.
For these are not my Highland hills,
the old grand hills of old,
instead this soil is strange and foreign to my feet,
my blood, my bone.
Oh let me cry on this merry night,
let me shout and scream for what's mine.
Let me lay on the land that belongs to me,
and in which my forefathers died.
Let me leave this alien land and allow me to live in my own,
for the hills of grass and wheat that grow here are not mine,
it is not my own.