Beneath a Rowan Tree

though i a wanderer be
no home on land or sea
still my heart returns to thee
in silent reverie
though on scotland's bonnie shore
my feet shall tread no more
when i die will you bury me
beneath a rowan tree
i love thy frosty morn
where the hunter winds his horn
and thy heathered moors and glens
i'll not roam again
though on scotland's purple breast
i no longer take my rest
when i die will you bury me
beneath a rowan tree
at brave cunoden's stand
highland blood like water ran
with 30,000pounds upon my head
for dear life 1fled
oh but though no crown i won
i'll always be yom'native son
so when i die will you bury me
beneath a rowan tree
beneath a rowan tree