You know, I miss my homeland...
Sometimes I think that's where I want to be.
The green rolling hills, the early morning chills,
Old Scotia, you mean so much to me!
I've been gone almost twenty years now,
And it seems like yesterday to me.
Foolin' with my friends, thought it would never end,
Old Scotia, you mean so much to me!
I want to drink the clear cool water,
I want to live in a brand new day.
I want to walk the hills of my fathers...
One more time before I'm on my way.
I don't know what lies before me...
Am I destined to roam this foreign shore?
It seems to me that I'm bound to be taking the low road home -
I'll be taking the low road home.