My Scotland
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1. There’s a land where mountains touch the sky,
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A
and the landscape’s
cool to cheer in your eyes
D
there
lie my roots till the day I die,
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yes,
I sing of you, my Scotland !
D
2. To hear a Hebridean lullaby,
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to sail
from Jura to the Isle of Skye,
D
pray
for soldiers who laid down their lives to die
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for
the freedom of my Scotland.
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Where you go, and where you be, on distant lands across the sea,
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if
you think of music and of rhyme, you can sing of Auld Lang Syne.
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3. Oh, I’ll see the sun go down once more,
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when
I return to your Atlantic shore,
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and I’ll
watch the golden eagle soar
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A7 G D
o’er
the beauty of my Scotland.
+ A - D - A - D
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G D
+ repeat verse 3 + A - D + O’er the beauty of my Scotland.
(Lena Martell)