(Steve Harris)

Wake alone in the hills

With the wind in your face

It feels good to be proud

And be free and a race

That is part of a clan

And to live on highlands

And the air that you breathe

So pure and so clean



When alone on the hills

With the wind in your hair

With a longing to feel

Just to be free



It is right to believe

In the need to be free

It's a time when you die

And without asking why

Can't you see what they do

They are grinding us down

They are taking our land

That belongs to the clans



Not alone with a dream

Just a want to be free

With a need to belong

I am a clansman...Freedom



It's a time wrough with fear

It's a land wrough with change

Ancestors could hear

What is happening now

They would turn in their graves

They would all be ashamed

That the land of the free

Has been written in chains



And I know what I want

When is timing is right

Then I'll take what is mine

I am the clansman



And I swear to defend

And we'll fight to the end

And I swear that I'll never

Be taken alive

And I know that we'll stand

And we'll fight for our land

And I swear that my bairns

Will be born free



And I know what I want

When is timing is right

Then I'll take what is mine

I am the clansman... Freedom



No, no we can't let them take anymore

No we can't let them take anymore

We've the land of the free

Freedom



It's a time wrough with fear

It's a land wrough with change

Ancestors could hear

What is happening now

They would turn in their graves

They would all be ashamed

That the lan