The moors they used to sing,
And the highlands answered back.
Such happiness their song would bring,
To our campfires 'round the loch.
The moors would lull in mournful tones,
And the highlands wind hummed all the day.
But the truest sound came from men's bones,
When their feet did meet the ground.
The moors called out,
And the highlands cried,
For an answer without doubt.
And so we gathered at the river's bank.
T'was here the river dance was born,
For the song of the moors and the highlands.
And it rings forever like a horn.
When our feet connect to Earth.
And I pray you too will hear it,
As the years go rolling on.
This dance is the perfect fit,
To the heart song of our home!