One of my many favourite songs written by Ian McCalman.

Scotland Words and Music: Ian McCalman

Here's to another time of harmony and simple rhyme,
When new friends and old combined to share our country's story,
Cold winter's past and gone, summer days are stretching long,
And oh that I was staying on, but she is gently calling.

CHORUS:
Scotland, I hear you name in every cry of bitter pain
And Freedom's call has been the game that you have played so bravely.

Remember now the hills of snow and heather moors where rivers flow,
The ancient thistle there did grow till southern winds came blowing,
England, the sovereign might reluctant neighbours bitter fight,
And marriage vows devoid of rights to stop the blood from flowing.

Chorus

And now the bloody battles o'er the union flag's within our door,
The lion sleeps when once it roared, the Kingdom is united,
Warm summer's past and gone, a chilling wind is blowing strong,
The nights are hard and oh so long, another winter's coming.

Chorus