Scotland the Brave
by Cliff Hanley
Hark when the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down through the glen.
Down where hills are a'sleepin'
Now feel the blood a'leapin'
High as the spirits of the auld hieland men.

Tow'ring in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame.
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever...Scotland the Brave.

High in the purple highlands
Out by the misty islands
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds that meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines in fair maidens eyes.

REFRAIN (Tow'ring in gallant fame....)

Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces
Longing to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beamin
Love sets the heart a'dreamin'
Longing and dreaming for their homeland again.