If you ever cross the border back to Scotland.
It may be when you're threescore years and ten
Just to see again the moon rise over Stirling.
Or watch the sun go down on bonnie Alva Glen

Just to see again the splendour of the Ochils
The winding road that leads right down to Perth
Or to sit beside the peacocks in Dunfermline
And know you're on the finest land on earth

Now the winds blow across the fields of Scotland
Are scented by the heather as they blow
And the highlanders up north they speak a language
Yes a language that the English do not know

Now the English came and tried to take it from us
At Bannockburn we cut their legions down
But we might as well have let them win the battle
For Scotland now is ruled from London town

They say there's going to be a life hereafter
If that's is so I'll give the Lord my thanks
If he'll grant my wish and let me make my heaven
Here in Scotland on Loch Lomond's bonnie banks