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
