Alba [English translation]

This Flight Is Sailing The Clouds

And The Blue Heavens

The Homeland Appears Like A Developing Photograph

Through The Light As I Return To Land

I See The Scotland Of High Mountains

And Empty Acres

Flying Low Across The Moorland Lochs

The Forests And The Glens

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland

But It Is A Wounding And A Hollow Sight

Here As We Reach The End Of The Century

The Beautiful Soil Of It's People

Still In The Hands Of The Few

I See The Wheels Of Industry At A Standstill

And The Northern Lands Laid Bare

And The Big Empty House In Edinburgh

Without Authority Or Voice

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland

You That Have Laid Field Upon Field

House Upon 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 As Vibrant For Me Today

As When I Was A Child

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland

Scotland