I live in the highlands with valleys and mountains, br Working the soil where I spend all my days, br For this is my home I was born and was raised in, br A crofter my father I learned from his ways. br I followed his footsteps like he had before me, br Passed down generations from father to son, br I gathered the wisdom from all of my elders, br And knew as a crofter a job's never done. br br I toiled in the morning I toiled through the evening, br Sowing and planting and turning the sod, br When I was too tired to go on any longer, br I sank to my knees and I then prayed to God. br To bring a good harvest to earn me a living, br To clothe and to feed me so I could survive, br I prayed for my elderly mother and father, br Until they were sadly no longer alive. br br I married a lass she was sweet and so pretty, br We raised a young family I taught them my trade, br My boys grew up quickly and as I grew older, br I left them the reins and I lived in their shade. br And now as I look on the valleys and mountains, br With my love beside me our lives almost done, br Our children have learnt all the ways of a crofter, br And carry the torch now from father to son.