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 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 these 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
Those hills of home are getting so much clearer to me now