Glenfinnan - Ramon Mirabet
Come come little darling
There's a secret place
Where the trees of green and skies of blue
Cradle in their arms a lake of
Shimmering dew
Come come little darling
There's a secret place
Where music fills its people's souls
Overflowing with the songs
Of their old
Freedom sings, freedom calls
Freedom sings, freedom calls
freedom calls
freedom calls
One day little darling
I will take you there
On a train you've never seen before
Straight out of a fairy tale that
No one wrote
Freedom sings, freedom calls
Freedom sings and freedom calls
freedom calls
freedom calls
Freedom sings, freedom calls
Freedom sings and freedom calls
freedom calls
freedom calls