I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs that make me think about where I come from
And that's the reason why I seem so far away today
O the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme grows,
Around the blooming heather,
Will ye go lassie go ?
When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you,
When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
To the Lords convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke,
Ere the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke,
Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee.
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in many a fray and fought and won,
He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious,
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying,
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
Hark where the night is falling,
Hark hear the pipes a calling,
Loudly and proudly calling down thru the glen,
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a leaping,
High as the spirits of the old highland men.
