I dream of a land- an unspoiled strand
where men did dwell in days so grand.
And oh, to see that wondrous shire,
where whiskey was water and hearts were fire
and in my dreaming I desire
to see those glorious highlands.

I see a land where green grass grows
where the sun still gleams and the moon still glows.
I dream of a land where the stars still shine
and where bagpipes howl like the Voice Divine
and in my weariness I pine
to see those magic highlands.

I dream of a land of olden kings,
of wars and romances and mystical things,
I dream of a land where the dragon lopes,
where wars were won upon the slopes,
Oh high among my heart-felt hopes-
to see those ancient highlands.