Free

As the wind rolls cold of the mountain plain As the Hindu Kush rises like skyscrapers to Gods name But these are not my mountains and the wind is not the same So as my plane takes off im glad im headed hame Back to the lowlands of the South and the Highlands of the North Those crystal clear burns lochs and mountain streams Back to the braes and the bens and the fresh mountain snow Back to where the thistle and the heather grow So who is proud to be Scottish? well that would be me And what does Alba need? She needs to be free So people rise up against centuries of tyranny As a unified people chant were free