Written by Dougie Ferguson of Falkirk
You can keep your Boots and Harrods, you can keep your Rome and Paris,
and you know your Riviera's no for me, (no for me)
Though the weather may be better, I prefer it somewhere wetter,
and that's in the bay of Inverie.
Chorus:
Inverie, Inverie, that's where the mountains meet the sea.
Every laddie kiss your lass, everybody raise your glass,
and let's hear a shout o' Inverie. (Inverie)
You can keep your Mona Lisa and your Leaning Tower of Pisa,
and you know your High Sierra's no for me, (no for me)
you can keep your Cheddar Gorge, just give me the Old Forge,
and I'll be forever Inverie.
You can sit around all day, or go sailing round the bay,
or go fishing in the river and the loch, (and the loch)
You can climb a mountain top, or just go for a walk,
leave your pack, 'cause you'll come back to Inverie.
You can sit and have a beer, and gaze out at the pier,
and watch the world go by in Inverie, (Inverie)
and no matter where you're from, where you've been or where you're goin',
in your heart you'll come back to Inverie.
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