I’m going back to Scotland, the truth I cannot bear
That if I die so far away, I’ll not be buried there
My heart, it lies among the hills, for all the world to see
And I’ll be there - yes, I’ll be there.
I’ll be there, in my memory
We’ll drink a toast to Rabbie Burns, and celebrate in song
We’ll sing of love to lassies, and friends we’ve known so long
We’ll sing of man’s equality, and of our destiny
And we’ll be there - yes, we’ll be there
We’ll be there, in our memory
We’ll take our love of dancing, wherever we shall go
We’ll wear the kilt and tartan, to welcome friend or foe
We’ll march along to pipes and drums, wherever we may be
And we’ll be there - yes, we’ll be there
We’ll be there, in our memory
Thank you Caledonia, for the heritage we share
With sons and daughters near and far, and those for whom we care
No matter where we live now, here or overseas
We’ll be there - yes, we’ll be there
We’ll be there, in our memories
Repeat first verse:
So I’m going back to Scotland, the truth I cannot bear
That if I die so far away, I’ll not be buried there
My heart, it lies among the hills, for all the world to see
And I’ll be there - yes, I’ll be there.
I’ll be there, in my memory
Permission freely given for profit free performances.
Tune: Traditional. “The Blue Cockade” . See "Show of Hands" version on www.YouTube.com
