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