Alba

Alba


Cold winds blowing through the fields and through my hair,
How sweet Tis,
Summer in the air, the bonny heather growing everywhere,
Broom upon the hills, this is Scotland,
You too can find peace and happiness here,
How sweet Tis

Hear the piano play,
Hear the rustle of leaves underneath your feet,
Carve your lovers name upon a tree,
Mumble and hum as you go on your way

Living life the way it should be,
All is welcome here,
In the country,
In the wilderness,
In your heart,
This is Scotland.

(C) Sean Sheridan