I can almost see the other side, my little lovely On silent silver wings I dip and glide, my little lovely America the eagle she has nurtured fear into my heart Her cruel, her vice, temptation tears the very seeds of life apart
I can almost feel your loving eyes, my little lovely Warming up these cold, these winter skies, my little lovely I know there have been times when all my words are thrown back in my face All those lover's crimes that leave me standing naked in disgrace
I can almost hear the tumbling burn, my little lovely As down the Buckney den she tips and turns, my little lovely The sound of children's laughter, voices ever asking why and how O those hills of home are getting so much clearer to me now