Her Voice

I hear you gently calling me,
Across the miles, across the sea,
In the distance you say to me,
Son of Albion come home.

Walk my sandy shores,
Stroll my mountain sides,
By my rivers rest and abide,
Son of Scotia come home.

My memory you stir in me,
My heart it beats for thee,
I am a part of thee,
Mother Scotland I am coming home.