Scotland, Bring Me Home

I walk through streets of concrete gray and cold

Beneath a sky that doesn't know my name

But there's a story in my marrow, ancient and bold

A flicker in the blood that's more than flame

I've never stood upon the heather or the stone

Never felt the mist of Skye against my face

Yet every night I wake up feeling so alone

A stranger in this hollow, weary place

Oh Scotland, come and get me, pull me through the veil

I hear your pipes a-crying on the northern gale

My soul is aching for the glen, the loch, the scree

Break the locks and bend the stars to set me free

I'm coming home to where my fathers used to roam

Scotland, reach across the deep and bring me home

They say the roots were severed centuries ago

When they took the ships across the bitter sea

But they forgot that water doesn't stop the flow

Of the spirit that was handed down to me

I feel the mountains calling from across the map

A heavy thrumming underneath my feet

I'm caught within a modern, suffocating trap

While the pulse of ancient drums begins to beat

Oh Scotland, come and get me, pull me through the veil

I hear your pipes a-crying on the northern gale

My soul is aching for the glen, the loch, the scree

Break the locks and bend the stars to set me free

I'm coming home to where my fathers used to roam

Scotland, reach across the deep and bring me home

Universe, align the tides and clear the way

I'll trade this silver for the purple of the hill

I'm ready for the dawning of a different day

With a hunger that no other land can fill

Whatever needs to break, whatever needs to bend

Just bring me to the Highlands in the end

I'm ready now, I'm standing by the shore

I won't be a stranger anymore

Bring me home, bring me home

To the heather and the stone

Bring me home