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Oh ro soon shall I see them; |
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Oh he ro see them oh see them. |
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Oh ro soon shall I see them the |
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mist covered mountains of home. |
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There shall I visit the place of my birth |
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And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth |
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All so loving and kind full of music and mirth, |
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In the sweet sounding language of home. |
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Oh ro soon shall I see them; |
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Oh he ro see them oh see them. |
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Oh ro soon shall I see them the |
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mist covered mountains of home. |
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There shall I gaze on the mountains again, |
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On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens, |
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Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken |
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In the haunts of the deer I will roam |
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Oh ro soon shall I see them; |
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Oh he ro see them oh see them. |
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Oh ro soon shall I see them the |
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mist covered mountains of home. |
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Hail to the mountains with summits of blue, |
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To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew. |
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To the women and men ever constant and true, |
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Ever ready to welcome one home. |
