Where the royal stag once stood so proud, and the bagpipes played free and loud. The kilt and claymore were worn with pride, the clans gathered on the cold mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.
This is the story of one brave man, who's life was given to free his land. A man who's name is now spoken with pride, as the clans gather on the cold mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.
From Scotland's battle fields to the gates of York, for his people he gallantly fought. The blood stained heather now calls his name, William Wallace, you did not die in vain.
Where the royal stag once stood so proud, and the bagpipes played free and loud. The kilt and claymore were worn with pride, the clans gathered on the cold mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.
This is the story of one brave man, who's life was given to free his land. A man who's name is now spoken with pride, as the clans gather on the cold mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.
From Scotland's battle fields to the gates of York, for his people he gallantly fought. The blood stained heather now calls his name, William Wallace, you did not die in vain.
Where the royal stag once stood so proud, and the bagpipes played free and loud. The kilt and claymore were worn with pride, the clans gathered on the cold mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland men.