Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verses to pour
This wonder of life
Has led me back home
Like a poet of Scotland once scribed
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill
Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have a memory to make
Dancing to Auld Lang Syne
Thinking of the heather of home
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill