Farewell to the mountains where the stormy rains fly
The bens of Lochaber, the Cuillin of Skye
Where the snows of the winter lie deep till July
For I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

Farewell to the Isles of crimson and grey
The sun sinking down o’er the Sound of Raasay
Golden the shoreline and silver the bay
For I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

Farewell to the glens of the burn and the deer
Where the lochans lie silent, so deep and so clear
To the pines and the shielings in the fall of the year
For I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

Farewell to the city, my home for a while
The crags ‘neath the castle, and rain on the tiles
I’ll be living far from you by many’s the mile
For I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

Farewell to the friends I’m leaving behind
Folk of the northlands I was lucky to find
Though I cannot be with you, I’ll keep you in mind
For I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

Farewell to the lassie that once I loved true
By Galloway’s shore grows a flower of rare hue
In the cold English summer I’ll be thinking of you
Though I have to leave Scotland tomorrow

I’m leaving tomorrow, but I’ll be back some day
The road ‘cross the Border once more be my way
And there’ll come a time when I won’t have to say
That I have to leave Scotland tomorrow