I did not close my eyes for the last time under Caledonia 's skies
With my good friends gathered all around me to say their last goodbyes.
But I will not be forgotten- in the heart of every Scot I still live on
Now it's time to fly the saltire high my spirit's coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home back where I belong
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, my spirit's coming home
They tore apart my body so I could not rise on judgement day
But what they did not realise is now I'll never go away
And I'm coming back to the land I love and the people I hold dear
To Scotland, St. Andrew and freedom
I'm coming home, I'm coming home back where I belong
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, my spirit's coming home
I'm returning after all this time to Caledonian skies
To the country we died for so our nation would survive
Once again to stand beside the people I hold dear
For Scotland, St Andrew and freedom
I'm coming home, I'm coming home back where I belong
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, my spirit's coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home back where I belong
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, my spirit's coming home
For Scotland, St Andrew and freedom
For Scotland, St Andrew and freedom
