Lyrics: Alan Jukes/Stephen Jukes/Lewis Gardiner/Nathan Evans
Music: Alan Jukes/Stephen Jukes/Lewis Gardiner/Nathan Evans
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 Shankland'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
TherΠ΅'s magic where the flowΠ΅rs grow
And beauty where the rivers flow
Up over hills and country roads
Scotland is a place called home
Flying the blue and white,we're Clark's tartan army
Singing all through the night,no Scotland,no party
From the Boston streets to the beach in Miami
With Robertson leading,the crowd'll be cheering
We're coming on down the road
The pipes'll be calling the "Flower of Scotland"
When John McGinn scores the goals
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 group
They've won the match four-two
They have done it