Alba (High Quality)

This flight is sailing thru the clouds And the blue heavens The homeland appears like a developing photo Thru the mists as I return to land I see the mountains of Scotland And the empty acres Flying low across the moorland lochs The forests and the glens Alba (Scotland) Alba Alba Alba Because it’s a wounding and hollow sight Here as we reach the end of the century The beautiful soil of the people Still in the hands of the few I see the wheels of industry at a standstill And the northern lands wasted And the empty house in Edinburgh Without authority or voice Alba Alba Alba Alba You have laid field apon field House apon house ’Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone In the midst of all the earth But it is good for me to be here now As I welcome the warmth In this land that’s as exciting for me today As it was on the day I was born Alba (x9)