I see the blue tints
of tranquil sky
lay like a warm ethereal blanket
deep upon the green towering hills
Those majestic mountains of Highland vale
capped into the glorious white crested summits,
These fields haunted upon the mist filled dales
cries like a banshee upon the night,
the wind caressed by pine and noble oak
Whistles its love song upon the land.
I see these stern flowers of my birth
Draw strong and firm to this backdrop of life
The thistle vibrant, cloaked royal
rigid as the character of stubborn Scots
Fills every pasture, every glen.
Here is the home of centuries
where the ancient mysteries of time
Yields and bears down upon countless generations
The song of the eternal Gael
The dance of the fairy Dew.
We stand vibrant to the echo
that long evading pitch of our souls and hearts
That beats as constant as any pendulum
To sways of this our land.
O Caledonia, how fine Alba peeks across the years
Draws the story of an endless people
that strives for the victory of time.
Our fathers fought valiant and here died
Gifted us to their goals and ancient wishes
That freedom bears not the iniquity of time
rather establishes upon all our horizons
A people that loves the lilt of life
sings the harboring songs of soul
Dances out across the fields of land
And bears the name ...A Scot.