from the landing of Portree

to the wild Cape Breton coast

every mile in between

and on every word I spoke

where the fire meets the sky

in the land of coal and steel

I feel you by my side

I feel I always will

and it makes a poor man strong

to have a sense of home

and the ground on which I stand

knows no distance to me when

you never left me all the miles

you were with me all the way

on every cloud that drifted by

every wave my bow did break