Burning the roofs, the shelter they need
No homeland left for them
Stealing their land, and everything they believe
And justice nowhere to be seen

High to the North is where we were born
Where the air is clear, and the heart is strong
As the years roll by, and we move on
Scotland's sons, still we belong

Ships of the line, filled to the brim
No homelands left for them
Foreign shores, and the promise of wealth
But history's dead never lie

Lights in the sky, at the end of the day
Lead me back home to you
A sound in the air, moving my soul
Takes me back home to you

High to the North is where we were born
Where the air is clear, and the heart is strong
As the years roll by, and we move on
Scotland's sons, still we belong