I did not close my eyes for the last time under Caledonia 's skies With my good friends gathered all Around me to say their last goodbyes. But I will not be forgotten- in the Heart of every Scot I still live on Now it's time to fly the saltire high my spirit's coming home I'm coming home – back where I belong I'm coming home – my spirit's coming home They tore apart my body so I could not rise on judgement day But what they did not realise is now I'll never go away And I'm coming back to the land I love and the people I hold dear To Scotland, St. Andrew and freedom I'm coming home – back where I belong I'm coming home – my spirit's coming home I'm returning after all this time to Caledonian skies To the country we died for so our nation would survive Once again to stand beside the people I hold dear For Scotland, St Andrew and freedom