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...