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Iím Coming Home ©

(William Wallace 700 years)

Ted Christopher
Stirling, Scotland
2004

I did not close my eyes for the last time under Caledoniaís skies
With my good friends gathered all around me to say their last goodbyes.
But I will not be forgotten - in the heart of every Scot I still live on
Now itís time to fly the Saltire high my spiritís coming home

Iím coming home Ė back where I belong
Iím coming home Ė my spiritís coming home

They tore apart my body so I could not rise on judgement day
But what they did not realise is now Iíll never go away
And Iím coming back to the land I love and the people I hold dear
To Scotland, St. Andrew and freedom

Iím coming home Ė back where I belong
Iím coming home Ė my spiritís coming home

Iím returning after all this time to Caledonian skies
To the country we died for so our nation would survive
Once again to stand beside the people I hold dear
For Scotland, St Andrew and freedom



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