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 ur dhomh an diugh  Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd  *Bho Isaiah 5-8  Scotland  This flight is sailing through the c  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