[Verse 1] He came north from English streets to where the Clyde runs wide and clear Found a land that felt like home and voices he could hold so dear Peter and Bobbie felt the pull, a truth they couldn't hide A channel born to let this land speak softly from inside [Verse 2] Peter learned the rhythm here, stories shaped by wind and rain Years of film and quiet thought taught him how to hold the frame Bobbie kept the heartbeat strong, the steady hand, the guide Together building something real with Scotland at their side [Chorus] And so the Scotland Channel sings With gentle pride on knowing wings A place where honest tales belong Held in light, told in song It will carry through the years A million views and yet more cheers Scotland's voice is now set free In the way it's meant to be [Verse 3] He loved this land enough to try to show its truth with open hands To give the folk a clearer view of life across these northern strands From mountain paths to city nights, from music in the rain He shaped a home for every voice that London couldn't frame [Verse 4] Now people listen far and wide to watch the stories grow A channel built with open hearts and warmth that's soft and slow For Scotland's voice is strong enough to stand for what is real And every tale they choose to tell carries rhythm you can feel [Chorus] And so the Scotland Channel sings With gentle pride on knowing wings A place where honest tales belong Held in light, told in song It will carry through the years A million views and yet more cheers Scotland's voice is now set free In the way it's meant to be [Outro] Held in light... told in song. ©2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
