* I left bonnie Scotland to wander alone. I crossed the border to England to roam. But lost was my heart, and I was not free, For England has nothing, no beauty for me. The land of my fathers, the land of the free, The land of my childhood, where I'm meant to be. Let the rains cool my heart, let the wind blow me free, For back home in Scotland, I just long to be. There’s something in Scotland that England can’t be, The mountains, the valleys, the wild open sea. The mist on the hills and the wind on my face, The feeling of home that no other can replace. The land of my fathers, the land of the free, The land of my childhood, where I'm meant to be. Let the rains cool my heart, let the wind blow me free, For back home in Scotland, I just long to be. But lost is my heart that Scotland once owned, And so here I live in a land that's not home. I long for the weather that chased me away, The low mist, the cold wind that carried me free. The land of my fathers, the land of the free, The land of my childhood, where I'm meant to be. Let the rains cool my heart, let the wind blow me free, For back home in Scotland, I just long to be. I left bonnie Scotland to wander alone But lost was my heart, and I was not Home I long for the weather that chased me away, For back home in Scotland, I just long to be. The land of my fathers, the land of the free, The land of my childhood, where I'm meant to be. Let the rains cool my heart, let the wind blow me free, For back home in Scotland, I just long to be. Andy.B 16. 11. 2002
