For fame and for fortune, I’ve wandered the earth
And now I’ve returned to, the land of my birth
I’ve brought back my treasures, but only to find
They’re less than the pleasures, I first left behind
For these are my mountains, And this is my glen,
The days of my childhood, I see them again.
No land ever claimed me, Tho’ far did I roam
For these are my mountains, And I’m going home
.
The stream by the road sings, at my going by
The lark over head wings, a welcoming cry.
The lake where the scart flies, Once more I will see
For it’s there that my heart lies, it’s there I must be
.
Kind faces will meet me, and welcome me in,
And oh how they will greet me, back home again
This night round the fireside, Old songs will be sung
At last I’ll be hearing my own mothers tongue
For these are my mountains, And this is my glen,
The days of my childhood, I see them again.
No land ever claimed me, Tho’ far did I roam
For these are my mountains, And I’m going home
For these are my mountains, And I’m going home