Wake alone in the hills with the wind in your face
It feels good to be proud and be free and a race
That is part of a clan and to live on highlands
And the air that you breathe so pure and so clean
When alone on the hills with the wind in your hair
With a longing to feel just to be free
It is right to believe in the need to be free
It’s a time when you die and without asking why
Can’t you see what they do? They are grinding us down
They are taking our land that belongs to the clans
Not alone with a dream, just a want to be free
With a need to belong I am a clansman
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
It’s a time wrought with fear, It’s a land wrought with change
Ancestors could hear what is happening now
They would turn in their graves, they would all be ashamed
That the land of the free has been written in chains
And I know what I want when the timing is right
Then I’ll take what is mine - I am the clansman
And I swear to defend and we’ll fight to the end
And I swear that I’ll never be taken alive
And I know that we’ll stand and we’ll fight for our land
And I swear that my bairns will be born free
And I know what I want when the timing is right
Then I’ll take what I want - I am the clansman
No, no we can’t let them take anymore
No, we can’t let them take anymore
We’ve the land of the free...
