Homeland (Duthaich Mo Chridhe) Lyrics

You're a stranger to these hills and you've come up here to end your days And you love our running rivers and you love our quaint little Highland ways You sold your house in the city - you put it on the market and you did so good Now you've bought a little piece of something that you don't understand and you've misunderstood But I'll tell you about the land that you play on What you've gained is our ultimate loss I'll tell you about the soil you decay on I'll hold it up to you like the Fiery Cross You love the view from your window and you'd go out more but it always rains You don't think much of the music or the tears in the old man's sad refrains You've bought yourself miles of tartan and you wear it round your middle and you wear it on your head You stand there a proud believer in a vision of the truth that's long gone dead But I'll tell you about the land etc. Once these glens were full of people and the songs and stories of their fathers of old And there was peace and plenty and a horn of whisky when the weather grew cold Then along came the great improvers and they cleaned it up like only imperials could They lined them up for transportation to the land of the brave and the free and the good But I'll tell you about the land etc. Look to the south I tell you that the black man has it cruel and hard But you don't have to look any further that the rumble of stones in our own backyard And Oh sad the day and all that's left are a fading few Yes Sir you may have paid good money for it but no it'll never belong to you But I'll tell you about the land etc.