Scotland My Hame ©
Ian McCrae
Sydney, Australia
2003
I'll walk the roads
The roads that I know,
In rain and sleet
Through frost and snow:
The wild winds blowing
Along the shores,
My heart is aching
For the land I adore.
As the peat fire burns
Deep down in my soul,
My heart is longing
To return to the fold:
Away in the background
Down by the river,
The bagpipes are playing
Scotland forever:
The sound of the pipes
Remain to this day,
My heart is in Scotland
Though far, far away:
I can hear voices
From long, long ago,
Their foot prints I'll follow
Wherever they go.
A tree by the roadside
Where I carved my name,
Scotland forever,
Scotland my Hame.
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