The cause is just, and the truth stands clear, A nation knows itself when its people draw near. No thunder, no fury, just the calm of a hill Standing in its own right, ancient and still. History shows the daylight path without disguise Scotland was sovereign long before the treaty lies Two sides met in a darkened room Handed over gold sealing Scotalnds doom. And the chorus breaks open like a ceilidh drum The cause is just, and the future will come. Not from shouting, not from fear or dust, But from knowing who we are and the cause is just. Copyright 2026 Trevor Swistchew. All Rights Reserved.
