HOMELAND  

By Don McGeoch. Printed in Sing Out! Vol. 38 #1, p. 23. Recorded by Don McGeoch.
Written to mark the return to Scotland of an immigrant family in Canada.
 
My heart’s in the highlands, my heart’s in the glen,
Where the heather grows wild, and covers the ben.
But nae mair will I wander far from your wild foam,
Forever call Caledonia home.
 
She’s a Loch Leven lassie, and I lover her so well,
But she’s never been happy here, though she’d never tell.
And it’s been fourteen years since we came here to stay,
She’ll be glad that we’re going away.
 
Homeland, Homeland,
Once again I will call you my own land.
 
We’ll go back with good reason, but we’ll leave behind
The very best friends that we’ll ever find.
And a country that’s given us more than we’ve known,
But it just didn’t feel like home.
 
We’ll return to your rivers, how they tumble and spill,
See the mist on the moors, so silently still.
And we’ll walk once again on your high rolling hills,
See the smoke rising up from the mill.

Homeland, Homeland,
Once again I will call you my own land.



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