She owned a million acres
I did not own a single one
She owned a million acres
Yet it is her lands beauty
That my eyes ache upon
She was a lady of the lowlands
With edicts oft emerging from
She was a lady of the lowlands
Though it is her natures beauty
That has me rising strong
The mourn of loch and lay line
Helps us to carry on
The scorn of loss and lost time
Gives the faith to live it long
Shares the faith to live it long
Live it long by stones and steeples
Live it long by folk and lore
Live it long in every moment
Live it long
Through the length of every rousing song
