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Perhaps, there is within us all, a faint memory of the place our ancestors once lived. Perhaps, that memory pulls us back to our roots.

Oh enchanted land of long ago,
upon which my Clan's blood,did flow.
How well I hear your call to me
and so I must return to thee.

Upon great ships my forefathers did depart.
Your villages and landscapes still tugged at their hearts.
Within their blood your memories reside
and I am drawn to you,like a restless tide.

I yearn to see your hills and moors,
to walk upon your rocky shores.
In your history,I will find my past.
To your heritage I return at last.

Scotland your blood flows in me.
I will heed your summons to cross the sea.
To return to your wind swept land,
I want to come home,for I am a Scotsman.