Alba the land of my birth
by Matt John Kerr-Whysall
the rock, the sea and the air,
where the lassies are beautiful,
ye can climb ben's withoot a care,
the land that gave me birth one nineteen-ninety-three,
the land of the brave, the land of the strong, and the land of the Free,
i thank God for Alba's creation of me,
in the wee town of Forfar in Angus, not so far from Dundee,
born in to clan Kerr,
moved from Alba to a country not of my own,
every night the dreams of the things that we're,
i served Scotland in the Army,
i was young, fresh and a wee bit barmy.
No place like home,
when you have been gone for so long.