When The Highlands Were Free

Verse

I remember the hills, where the heather would grow,

Where the wind told stories only Highlanders know.

Before the wires came crawling through the glen,

SSEN carving scars where peace had always been.

Verse

My granddad was a fighter, proud and brave,

Now he’s lying quiet in a cold, forgotten grave.

Cancer took him slow, and no one came,

From the land he fought for — just silence and shame.

Chorus

Take me back to the time when the Highlands were free,

Where the lochs held dreams and the skies held me.

No bullies, no battles, no wires in the trees,

Just the soul of the land and the breath of the breeze.

I’m stronger now, though the pain still stays,

Some mornings I don’t rise, but I fight anyway.

I hear my granddad’s voice in the wind and the rain,

Telling me to stand tall through the heartache and pain.

Let me walk once more through the quiet glens,

Where the world made sense and my heart could mend.

Verse

School was a war I never signed up for,

Bruised in the halls, broken to the core.

But I found my voice in the silence of the moor,

And now I stand taller than I ever did before.

Bridge

They say progress is power, but they don’t see the cost,

Of the peace we had, and the freedom we lost.

I still hear the echoes of a simpler day,

When the Highlands would hold me and take pain away.

Chorus

Take me back to the time when the Highlands were free,

Where the lochs held dreams and the skies held me.

No bullies, no battles, no wires in the trees,

Just the soul of the land and the breath of the breeze.

I’m stronger now, though the pain still stays,

Some mornings I don’t rise, but I fight anyway.

I hear my granddad’s voice in the wind and the rain,

Telling me to stand tall through the heartache and pain.

Let me walk once more through the quiet glens,

Where the world made sense and my heart could mend.

Outro

So here’s to the hills, and the man I became,

Through sorrow and silence, through heartache and flame.

I’ll carry the Highlands deep in my soul,

Till the day I return, and again feel whole.

Verse

And if my voice should fade like the mist on the brae,

Let the hills remember the words I couldn’t say.

For every scar carved deep in the land I adore,

There’s a heartbeat still pounding in the Highland’s core.

So raise up the pipes, let the old songs fly,

Let the spirit of freedom never truly die.

I’ll walk on through shadow, through storm and through flame,

Till the Highlands call me home again by name.

Till the Highlands call me home again by name.