| I will go, I will go
|
| When the fighting is over
|
| To the land of McLeod
|
| I will go
|
| So here I am again
|
| Beneath the troubled sky
|
| Just waiting for the moment
|
| When I’ll have to do or die
|
| I will go, I will go
|
| When the fighting is over
|
| To the land of McLeod
|
| That I left to be a soldier
|
| I will go, I wil go…
|
| Land of my people
|
| Land of my love
|
| Though others may say it is a dreary land
|
| The sun has never shone on a place half so lovely
|
| And though it is treeless
|
| There are heather and rushes
|
| In the dark green bent grass of the fields there
|
| Growing in tresses side-by-side
|
| I will go, I will go
|
| When the fighting is over
|
| To the land of McLeod
|
| That I left to be a soldier
|
| I will go, I will go…
|
| I will go, I will go…
|
| So here I am again
|
| Beneath the troubled sky
|
| Just waiting for the moment
|
| When I’ll have to do or die
|
| The sands of Kuwait can fill you
|
| With loneliness and fear
|
| Surely someone, somewhere, must be
|
| Wondering why I’m here!
|
| I will go, I will go
|
| When the fighting is over
|
| To the land of McLeod
|
| That I left to be a soldier
|
| I will go, I will go…
|
| Land of my people
|
| Land of my love
|
| Though others may say it is a dreary land
|
| The sun has never shone on a place half so lovely
|
| I will go, I will go…
|
| And though it is treeless
|
| There are heather and rushes
|
| In the dark green bent grass of the fields there
|
| Growing in tresses side-by-side |