I hae a good life in this land.
  There’s flame on the hearth,
  An’ meat in the pan,
  A roof o’erhead
  And bairns tae love.

Yet -
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

I hae land for the tilling,
  An’ cattle in the byre
  I hae wood for my fire,
  And clan-folk near.

Yet -
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

There are deer on the meadow.
  An’ bear in the hills.
  There are sheep in the pasture,
  And wheat in the fields.

Yet -
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

I hae not the heather on far reaching hills.
  I hear not the pipes in the glen.
  I see not fast waters flow from
  highlands to loch.
  I feel not the fire in the auld hame ingle.

Aye -
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’
  And e’er it shall be
  This new, wild land called Canada
  will ne’er capture me.

(C) Pat Mestern 2006