Alba's Heart

Oh mo chridhe, in the highland breeze Whispering through the emerald leaves The tales of old, where heroes bold Walk 'neath the skies, 'neath stars of gold In glens so deep, where spirits weep A lonesome piper's call does creep Across the lochs, 'neath bracken braes Softly hums the ballad's phrase Beneath the moon, in tartan folds A dance of shadows the night beholds Where myths awake, and the braveheart keeps Vigil where the dragon sleeps By fireside's glow, with ancient stones Held by the land where the thistle grows The clashing swords, in stories told 'Neath ceilidh stars, and the midnight's hold On heathery hills, by standing stones The clansman's echo in every bone Through valleys wide (valleys wide) Past the firth, under hawthorn sides To the rolling drums, where our history lies 'Neath castle walls, 'neath watchful eyes The maiden's leap, the fairy's sighs In the heart of Alba, our spirits rise