The Cromarty Song

They call me a wanderer,

Wherever I roam,

And yet my thoughts linger

In my old Highland home.

It’s the home of my childhood,

The land of my birth,

It’s a wee place in Scotland,

On the Cromarty Firth.


All the world’s seven wonders,

Not one can compare

To the view from the Sutor;

It really is rare.

As you stand midst the heather,

Far below you can see

All the beauty of Scotland,

In my Cromarty.


Now the people are happy,

So friendly and kind.

It really does grieve you

To leave them behind.

But young folk must grow up

And then must depart,

But the home of their childhood

Lies deep in their heart.


And now I must leave you,

And bid you adieu.

My feet they will lead me

To pastures anew.

But my heart’s in the Highlands,

In the town by the sea,

In the home of my childhood,

My own Cromarty.