I have seen the Winter sun,
Rise above the Vale of Avalon
I've ridden out upon Salisbury Plain
Seen the standing stones where we will never meet again.

I've seen our freedom in chains
You've gotta fight for your rights now
Before all that remains
Is a vague memory inside

ch:
We want the right to ride
Let the rider decide

I have seen the lochs, and eagles over Skye
Walked into the valley climbed the mountain hgh
I have walked across the lonely haunted moor
Seen so many things that we had never seen before

Well this land is our own, the freedom to roam
?
To live as we choose to win or to lose
our birthright..?