I'm Going Home by Margaret Bates

For many long years I have travelled this earth

But now I’m returning to the land of my birth.

The cairns and the brochs and the circles of stone

Are calling me back now

So I’m going home.

ooOOoo

The sky above me was cloudy and grey

But the storms that had gathered are clearing away.

There’s no-one to hold me. Now I’m alone.

No arms to enfold me

So I’m going home.

ooOOoo

I’ve missed your cliff tops and your wide open plains;

Those far sandy beaches I must see once again.

The mist in the morning and the clear starry nights,

The autumn’s aurora

And the spring’s early light.

ooOOoo

Your harbours will shelter a boat from the storm.

Your peat fires in winter will keep my house warm.

Though there’s no-one to hold me and I’m all alone,

Your arms will enfold me

Now I’m going home

ooOOoo