Glenfinnan

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
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