Oh Scotland Oh Scotland
You call to me
From over the hills
And over the Glens
I hear your calls
Mountains, lochs and trees
Blue skies that gleam
I long to walk again
In the land of clean air
Red deer
Red kites
Souring to new hights
Your crystal clear burns
With salmon in flow
My poor heart does yearn
And a heavyness weighs in me
Till I return
Home to thee
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis 2007
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