[bad word] to the new grass
On the hills of gold
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

Where winter falls in the long cold north
Black waters wait in ice and snow
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

Black waters wait in ice and sun
Through the glens where your great [bad word] 
Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground [bad word] again

So we tend and we nurture
All the seeds we've sown
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

Through all the frosts and rains
The west winds blow
Till the fields turn ripe
And the harvest stored
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

Through all the frosts and rains the west winds send
We will wait here till the winter's end

Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground [bad word] again

So it's blood on blood
Our bond, our word
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

For the strength and weakness
Of our days
Is to take you there
On a journey shared
Tha feur ùr air bàrr an talaimh, 
Bàrr an talaimh, horribh ò

So take this thing
Make is sparkle and glow
It's much greater than we may ever know

Back on the Stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground [bad word] again

Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground [bad word] again

Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground [bad word] again

Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
(It's blood on blood)
Back on the stamping ground
(It's our bond our word) [bad word] again
Back on the stamping ground 
Back on the stamping grounds