Where the Roses

We will walk by the roses
Where scent falls on the river
We will walk by the burn
Where the fishers fished the pearl
We’ll carry all before us
Through the changing of the seasons
We will carry all our stories
Where the roses
We will live our lives in freedom
Where the long lochs lie in silver
We will watch o’er Canisp’s shoulder
Where she slumbers in the wind
We will walk this country over
The journey of our fathers
We will set out once again
Ehere the roses