Verse 1 I came to the Borders to see Scotland’s glory, The hills and the glens were a wonderful sight. But something was missing, I knew in an instant, Five hundred wind turbines would put matters right! Verse 2 From eagles on hilltops to puffins at sea, Our windmills bring misery wherever they be. But feathers won’t stop me, I’m Green to the core, As birds keep on falling, I’ll build a few more! Chorus These are my mountains, and this is my dozer. I’ll tear up the hillsides, a wee makeover. The birds may fall silent; the locals may moan. I’m saving the planet by wrecking our home! Verse 3 Old Chairman Mao had an issue with sparrows, He wiped out the lot, leaving nature in tatters. The insects ran riot, the harvests were ravaged, But stick to the transition, that’s all that now matters! Verse 4 Our windmills come sailing from factories in China, With coal in the furnace and diesel at sea. We’ll cover the hillsides with roads and with concrete, Then tell all the Scots that clean power comes cheap! Chorus These are my mountains, and this is my dozer. I’ll tear up the hillsides, a wee makeover. The birds may fall silent; the locals may moan. I’m saving the planet by wrecking our home! Verse 5 They tell me that nuclear power is the answer, But atoms are frightening, whatever the cost. So let’s have more windmills, more grants and more concrete, And spare not a thought for the landscapes we’ve lost! Verse 6 When all of the blades stand still on the hillside, I’ll promise that backup is ready to go. Just don’t ask the price of the wires and the pylons, I’m saving the planet, you don’t need to know! Chorus These are my mountains, and this is my dozer. I’ll tear up the hillsides, a wee makeover. The birds may fall silent; the locals may moan. I’m saving the planet by wrecking our home! Verse 7 The Scots wrap in blankets, afraid of the bill, While subsidy millions flow over the hill. The wind men grow wealthy, we shiver and freeze, They say we should thank them for stealing our breeze! Verse 8 Take heart from the English defending their land, For Scotland deserves that same passionate stand. So fight for your country, your glen and your shore, And tell them that Scotland’s for sale no more! Final chorus These are our mountains, away with your dozer! We call an eyesore, what you call a makeover. These hills are our home, from the glens to the shore, And Scotland, we tell you, is for sale no more!
