I have travelled far this globe of beauty
Through time and tide of centuries
And still the world I roam
But I always feel the pull of Caledonia
And the eagle's wing will always guide me home
I'm a soldier old I gave my youth for others
I'm a sailor on the cruel wave and brave the raging foam
I'm a nurse upon the bloody fields of Flanders
I am all the flowers of Scotland guide me home
Guide me home on the golden eagle's wing
And I will sing as high above we soar
Guide me home where the golden eagles fly
And I will die with Caledonian soul
From the Carolinas I can see the Cuillins
I healed the world from London but for fields of Aryshire dream
From a Pittsburgh steel mill I still feel Dunfermline
From the Belfast cranes I long for Pittenweem
On the world stage I crave the streets of Glasgow
A humble star of ancient game but Oban's in my bones
I'm a dying bard on far Pacific island
May the glow of Skerryvore now guide me home
Guide me home on the golden eagle's wing
And I will sing as high above we soar
Guide me home where the golden eagles fly
And I will die with Caledonian soul
I'm the sons and daughters of all Caledonia
Of generations long gone by and a thousand still to go
I am all who left and all who stayed forever
And all who came and made our land their own
We'll see the rolling farmland of the borders
The castle stands in silhouette on Edinburgh sky
The mighty Clyde the rugged island mountains
Highland streams of moving dreams gone by
Above our mortal burdens feel the freedom
High we soar with golden hope for all we see below
May forgiveness faith and love grace all horizons
The tide will turn to guide our journey home
Guide me home on the golden eagle's wing
And I will sing as high above we soar
Guide me home where the golden eagles fly
And I will die with Caledonian soul
Guide me home on the golden eagle's wing
And I will sing as high above we soar
Guide me home where the golden eagles fly
And I will die with Caledonian soul