Scotland The Brave
The Pipe Band Of The Royal Tank Regt.
The hills are alive with the drum of the trees A whispering tune rides the shoulders of breeze Stone paths are calling where shadows will play The wild winds are dancing They'll carry the day Oh wild winds spin Spin Spin Round the fire let the song begin Raise your voice Let your soul take flight Under the moon In the silver light The sea sings a story The cliffs hold it tight A legend of stars that were born in the night The waves crash their laughter The echoes they shout The wild winds are roaring There's no holding out Oh wild winds spin Spin Spin Round the fire let the song begin Raise your voice Let your soul take flight Under the moon In the silver light Footsteps pounding Hearts unbound The earth shakes loud with the ancient sound The fiddle screams The flute takes wing The wild winds call and the people sing Oh wild winds spin Spin Spin Round the fire let the song begin Raise your voice Let your soul take flight Under the moon In the silver light