I traveled to the Highland Glens
To find my heart and soul
In between those Highland Bens
That bell began to toll
For what this ringing in my heart?
I was born so far away
I sense I need to play a part
My soul has things to say
My people the fabric of this soil
Mingled in its way
With sweat and blood and endless toil
And heather blooms decay
My ancestors earned the right
To call this land their own
The tolling bell tells of their plight
From here their lives were strewn
Each Highlander forced to leave
Left a little something there
Hills and glens were left to grieve
The partnership's misfare
Every exile took with him a part
Of that which can't be seen
A little bit of this land's heart
Deep within their gene
Those genes spread out and multiplied
In lands so far away
Each generation since then cried
For what? they could not say
But here in those Highland Glens
I found my heart and soul
In between those Highland Bens
That bell began to toll.
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