Scotland the Brave

Words:   Cliff Hanley
Melody:  Traditional


Hark, when the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down through the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-leaping
High as the spirits of the old highland men.

    Towering in gallant fame
    Scotland my mountain hame
    High may your proud standards gloriously wave!
    Land of my high endeavor
    Land of the shining river
    Land of my heart forever
    Scotland the brave!

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 light that shines from fair maiden's eyes.

    Chorus

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