Scotland the Brave
Hark when the night is falling,
Hark! Hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and Proudly calling, down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
High in the Misty Highlands,
Out by the Purple Islands,
Brave are the Hearts that Beat
Beneath Scottish Skies.
Wild are the Winds to Meet You,
Staunch are the Friends that Greet You,
Kind as the Love that Shines
from Fair Maidens' Eyes.
Far off in Sunlit Places,
Sad are the Scottish Faces,
Yearning to Feel the Kiss of Sweet Scottish Rain.
Where Tropic Skies are Beaming,
Love Sets the Heart A-Dreaming,
Longing and Dreaming for the Homeland Again.
Chorus:
Towering in Gallant Fame,
Scotland My Mountain Hame,
High May Your Proud
Standards Gloriously Wave.
Land of My High Endeavor,
Land of the Shining Rover,
Land of My Heart Forever,
Scotland the Brave.
