Where the heather bells are blooming
Just outside Grannies door,
Where as laddies there we played
In days of long ago.
Neath the shadow of Ben Braggie
And Golspies lordly stane.
How I wish that I could see 
My Grannies Hielan Hame.

Far away in the hielands there stands a wee hoose,
And it stands on the breest o the brae.
Where we played as laddies there long long ago,
and it seems it was just yesterday.

I can still see old grannie, a smile on her face,
Just as sweet as the heather dew.
When I kissed her good-bye with a tear in her eye,
Said laddie may God bless you.

Where the heather bells are blooming
Just outside Grannies door,
Where as laddies there we played
In days of long ago.
Neath the shadow of Ben Braggie
And Golspies lordly stane.
How I wish that I could see
My Grannies Hielan Hame.
