Hark where the night is falling
hark hear the pipes a calling
Loudly and proudly calling
down thru the glen

There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a leaping
High as the spirits
of the old highland men

Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards
gloriously wave

Land of my high endeavor
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave

High in the misty mountains
Out by the purple highlands
Brave are the hearts that beat
beneath Scottish skies

Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines
from fair maidens eyes