Riding Home

Look at the Ochills Look the snow has come On my way to Falkirk On my way alone Heading south Going back home I'm leaving Stirling While the snow has come Riding through the meadows Wearing my cloak I see distant roses Tangled up in smoke Tonight I'll sleep in Falkirk The fire will warm me up I will leave at dawn On my way to Rome Fog and deer and thistles I'll keep in memory Wind and cold and whiskey Castles and frozen leaves Wind and cold and whiskey I'll keep in memory A little Scottish beauty Is coming home with me