As sung by the Tartan Lads

Play this song here

There is magic in the music on a lovely summer day,
When the lintie sings its love-song that it learned first in May;
And the breeze is softly sighing o'er the mountains where it blows,
Bringing breath of heather honey, and the lovely briar rose.

In Glen Clova and Glen Prosen, and Glen Isla and Glen Shee,
Somewhere in the heart of them is where I long to be;
My steps will lead me back again, no matter where I roam,
For the lovely Glens of Angus are my home.

Be it summer, be it winter, in December or in May,
I've a bonnie lass to love me, from her side I'll never stray;
She's the one I'll love forever, she's as sweet as she is fair;
Hand in hand through life together, joy and sorrows we will share.

In Glen Clova and Glen Prosen, and Glen Isla and Glen Shee,
Somewhere in the heart of them is where I long to be;
My steps will lead me back again, no matter where I roam,
For the lovely Glens of Angus are my home.

In Glen Clova and Glen Prosen, and Glen Isla and Glen Shee,
Somewhere in the heart of them is where I long to be;
My steps will lead me back again, no matter where I roam,
For the lovely Glens of Angus are my home, my home.