As the song of Scotland
starts to sing
All sounds of fear muffled
By our resonating hearts
For she is the silver stream
The babbling brook
There is no need
For a crook
As we sink in
The silver stream

We do not question
The English heart
For she loves
Our very own flower
But while clasping and
Gripping our thistle
So very tightly
She remains so confused
By the prickles of
Angst and hate
When our open hands
Remain without a blemish
As we do not hold your
Precious Rose

As it is the open hand
That offers the way
And the integrity of nations
Is like the purity
Of a precious stone
As we delve into
Ruby and sapphire
We see ourselves clearly
Letting the other shine
We realize all boundaries
Are never the separations
Of men but gate ways to love
So breathing Scottish being
We all start seeing
Our great lady love
As we are high above
Flying like a dove

When deciding our future path
Seek within our Scottish being
And you will find she holds us tight
As we live in Scottish being
Foundations built in the eternal
We float freely together