In Scotland where
Green hills rise so high
Touching the big blue sky
Lochan waters deep and still
Hear the wind sing on the hill
And Scotland once from the
Appalachian mountains of North America
And Scottish castles stand
And proud strong and old
Stories in their walls unfold
Bagpipes play a lively tune
Underneath the silver moon and
Scotland land of pure beauty and
A bonnie place a lovely sight.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
In Scotland where
Green hills rise so high
Touching the big blue sky
Lochan waters deep and still
Hear the wind sing on the hill
And Scotland once from the
Appalachian mountains of North America
And Scottish castles stand
And proud strong and old
Stories in their walls unfold
Bagpipes play a lively tune
Underneath the silver moon and
Scotland land of pure beauty and
A bonnie place a lovely sight.
Around 50 million years ago the Highlands of Scotland broke away from the Appalachian mountains of North America they eventually collided with Europe around 500000 years ago the land bridge between England and France flooded in times of glaciation an ice bridge was formed but with the last retreating of the glaciers Great Britain’s island story begins.
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