Henry's Songbook

I'm going home to Glasgow, its face is on my mind
Its laugh is loud and gallus, its arms are warm and kind
I need tae feel the ground underneath my feet
And hear the Glasgow sounds in the people that I meet

We're over Beattock Summit, we wave a winning fist
We're racing down the valley where the silver river twists
And now I hear the sound I know I'm Glasgow bound
The tyres are singing sweeter as the sun strikes through the mist

The rails are reaching downwards, they point across the plain
The miles I owe to Glasgow friends are running through my brain
The restless engine glides towards the valley of the Clyde
With half-a-thousand homeward bound on the London-Glasgow train

We soared above the Borders, the white clouds down below
We caught the winding coastline in the early sunset glow
We're sliding down the sky, the green hills in our eye
We swing around the city and we skim the river low

[1990:] The song pinpoints the feeling of warmth we have when home is within sight, and the relief - not related to nervousness about travel - when your feet hit the tarmac or concrete of the town. (McVicar, One Singer One Song 154)