You who wander, you who roam May safe paths guide you from your home To the cairn-crowned mountains to the spray-soaked sand To the field-fringed hillside as you walk this land You who amble, you who drift May your views be clear and your storms pass swift Over heathland, moorland, forested track Climbing stile and hedgerow, fair wind at your back You who scramble, you who stroll Let the outdoors in to feed your soul With the glint of winter and the promise of spring Bright swallows in summer and the auburn autumn brings You who ramble, you who range May the hills you love always be unchanged And the map and compass always guide you down When the sun's in the west and your path is homeward-bound