There shall I visit the place of my birth And they'll give me a wlcome the warmest on earth All so loving and kind full of music and mirth, In the sweet sounding language of home. O, roe, soon shall I see them, O, hee-roe, see them, oh see them. O, roe, soon shall I see them, The mist covered mountains of home! There shall I gaze on the mountains again, On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens, Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken In the haunts of the deer I will roam O, roe, soon shall I see them, O, hee-roe, see them, oh see them. O, roe, soon shall I see them, The mist covered mountains of home! Hail to the mountains with summits of blue To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew To the women and men ever constant and true Ever ready to welcome one home O, roe, soon shall I see them, O, hee-roe, see them, oh see them. O, roe, soon shall I see them, The mist covered mountains of home!