Scotland is a land That ever nourished me Long before I reached that shore Robert Burns spoke to me In song and poetry And Scotland is a land Where I might love again For surely there A lass and a lad Could walk this earth And honor an honest hearth Bridge: And aye the mists The brow of Nevis they kiss And in dreams I hear the pipers play A song of ancient days ... And Scotland is a land Where I might go to die But only when I1ve done my best Maybe then In that bosom I could rest