Rugged rocks and brackened glens

carry the haunt of the piper's whirl,

I fly like the eagle back to you

to ~ the time when I was a girl.

 

The cannie tip o'the crofter's cap

and the scent fae the bannocks baking,

aw o these can tak me hame, whar

the hi'lands ~ defy faking

 

Heathered hills 'n piper's whirls

ken...mak ye mair tae me,

in this mind o' mine, Ah ken ye fine

fae the journeys ~ mind ~ gies free.