Return me to the hills above the lowlandto the heart of my cherished homelandHome of my mother and stilled forefatherswhere family love grows and still gathers
 There old work torn hands tilled the soil surviving all was due to the hardest toilWhen beating rain cast shadows across                  crops needing sun they bore much loss                Women in crofts oft so weary and wornraised poor large families bairn to bairnTiredness woven into the patterned tartanand a hungry bairn’s cry did break a man   Return me to the hills that flank the lowlandso I may gaze with love upon my homeland          Oh wherever I travel and wherever I may gomy heart belongs there, it will always be so   Standing against the backdrop of heatherstoo proud to fling to a dance of white feathers’Twas in the name of clans to love and protectthe word of ancients carved in stone and is set  Brave men fought boldly in protecting a clanTriumphant pipes skirled, weakened foes ranHearty warriors would burst into heroic songwhen all was over and right had oust wrong  Oh return me to the hills and kneeling lowlandas I am homesick for the heart of my homelandThe sound of the mother tongue makes me melt
as does the sight of our unique sporran and kilt