The hills are in my bones,
Though not those of this land,
And as hard as I wish to leave here,
I just can’t seem to stand.

The hills of Scotland call me,
They sing out to my heart,
All I want to do is answer,
But I don’t know how to start.

My roots here, thin and shallow,
Can’t support me now,
My homelands grown to hurt me,
I need to leave somehow!

Take me hills of Scotland!
My past heartland of old,
To touch the with my heart and hand,
And blessed hills behold.

 
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