Autumnland

Ye ancient land O’ bonnie hue A bonnie haze on lochs of black Divide the colour, take me back To wash my eyes with Fall, imbue The highlands with a McCulloch hand Take me back to Autumnland Softly, softly toes on glens I trod the braes the peaceful host The quiescent land of Wallace’s ghost Once horror valleys shroud in the ben A witness to yon fallen clans Take me back to Autumnland A rugged Skye of misty chill A blanket cloud a calming bourne From the mystic sea in gloam and morn To a hazel lass in tartan twill Proverbially by the shore she stands Oh take me back to Autumnland Oh let me freely stray the moors Wind the strath of Gaelic roams Before the low road takes me home Still and steep in treasured lore Aye take me back to Autumnland Take me back to Scotland