Highland Rising

(ahhhh, ohhh)

The grey mist rises off the heather hills

Where rivers run cold

and the ancient stone stands

A quiet path

through the silent glen

With a thousand memories carved in the land

And the wind hums a melody old as the sea (singing low)

It calls to the wild heart in you and in me

Oh,

Caledonia, the northern sky burns bright

We stand on the shoreline in the fading light

Across the deep water,

the mountains will rise

Home is the land of the wild and the wise

We trace the old paths of the clans of the past By

lochs deep as oceans and forests so grand

And though we may wander to far distant shores

Our roots remain deep in the rock and the sand

Can you hear the drums in the valley below?

(hey!) Where the old spirits walk and the cold rivers flow!

Oh,

Caledonia, the northern sky burns bright We stand on the shoreline in

the fading light

Across the deep water,

the mountains will rise

Home is the land of the wild and the wise

Home to the wild and the wise...

(ohhh, Caledonia)