Original lyrics

EN

On the brink of history Is there a hero in navy blue tonight? Under the Hampden lights We were all dreamers There was a wonder strike That gave us that feeling It's a bird, it's a plane No, it's Scott McTominay With Scotland's desire and Tierney on fire McLean from the halfway line Cemented in history, rising from misery Scotland, it's now our time So don't forget where we're coming from, my friends And there's a place I know There's magic where the flowers grow And beauty where the rivers flow Up over hills and country roads Scotland is a place called home Fly in the blue and white We're Clarke's tartan army Singing all through the night No Scotland, no party From the Boston streets to the beach of Miami With Robertson leading, the crowd will be cheering We're coming on down the road The pipes will be calling, the flower of Scotland And John McGinn scores a goal So don't forget where we're coming from, my friends And there's a place I know There's magic where the flowers grow And beauty where the rivers flow Up over hills and country roads Scotland is a place called home Scotland is a place called home (Scotland have won the great) (They've won the match, four-two) (They have done it)