From heathery mountains to rivers with reed.
From beautiful coastlines a glitter with sand,
To forests and hills, a part of this land.
To lochs that are bluer than the ocean blue,
Deeper than chasms and ever so true.
My heart still lives in the land of my birth,
Eager and willing to prove its own worth.
Perhaps one day I may return,
Then at last my heart will burn.
I still feel it calling in my heart,
Running through my soul though we're miles apart.
My country will have my heart until I die,
Until I do, I shall always try,
Try to make my country proud
To be its true daughter vowed.
One day perhaps its spirit will be free,
Free from the same chains that bind me.
That tie me to a country not my own,
A dark place where I feel so alone.
Take me back to my homeland,
The place where my soul longs to be.
I need to feel your guiding hand,
I need to once again be me.
