[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
So there ends this story
Of how this lost bairn came to be
Here I stand now, 27
I am rooted, and I am free
Maybe freedom is belonging
And like the graylag Geese each Autumn
We are all bound to roam
But we carry with us, messages of joys and woe
From the fields we grew from
Sung a thousand times before
By a process of Folkmosis
They seeped in as bairns
And became part of us
When I sing them alone
Or aloud to you
I feel known
For the songs and sounds of Scotland will always bring me home