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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...