Alba

                                  Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil

'S an domhain liath

Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan

'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir

Alba nam beanntan ard

Nan acraichean lom

Thairis air na lochan mointich

Nan coilltean 's nan gleann

Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann

Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn

Talamh alainn nan daoine

Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis

Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas

Na fasaichean a tuath

An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann

Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

*Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh

Taigh ri taigh

Gus nach bi ait anns an tir

An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth

Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd

A cur failt air a' bhlas

'San tir a tha cho you're dhomh an diugh

Is a bha I nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd

*Bho Isaiah 5-8

Scotland

This flight is sailing through the see

Louds

And the blue heavens

The homeland appears like a developing photograph

Through the mists as I return to land

I see Scotland of the high mountains

And the empty acres

Flying low across the moorland lochs

The forests and the glens

But it's

A wounding and a hollow sight

Here as we reach the end of the century

The beautiful soil of the people

Still in the hands of the few

I see the wheels of industry at a standstill

And the northern lands wasted

And the empty house in Edinburgh

Withou

T authority or voice

You that have laid field upon field

House upon house

Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone

In the midst of all the earth

But it is good for me to be here now

As I welcome the warmth

In this land that's as exciting

For me today

As it was the day I was born