Verse 1 – Isle of Skye On the cliffs of Skye where the gray waves roar, Where the cold winds carve the stone, Rose the house of MacLeod in the western mist, Calling every warrior home. Verse 2 – Dunvegan Hall By the fires of old Dunvegan’s walls, Where the ancient banners fly, The chiefs of MacLeod held the island strong Under storm and northern sky. Verse 3 – Island Blood From the croft and glen to the rocky shore, Every heart beat fierce and free, For the sons of Skye were born of wind And the thunder of the sea. Verse 4 – Pipes of the Clan Hear the pipes cry loud through the island rain, Hear the drums of the western tide, Every echo through the mountain pass Sings of MacLeod’s pride. Verse 5 – Trials of the Isles Through the years of war and the years of fire, Through the hunger and the storm, Still the clan of Skye stood tall and strong In the land where they were born. Verse 6 – Leaving Skye But the tides of time began to turn, And the world grew wide and far, So the sons of MacLeod left Skye’s cold shore Guided by a distant star. Verse 7 – Across the Highlands Through the glens and hills of the northern lands, Where the wild red heather grows, They carried the name of MacLeod Wherever the Highland wind blows. Verse 8 – Across the Sea Then the ships set sail through the western foam, Past the gull and the ocean cry, For the clan of Skye would roam the world But never forget the isle. Verse 9 – New Lands To the shores of Canada’s endless woods, To America’s rising plains, The name MacLeod rode the frontier wind Through the snow and summer rains. Verse 10 – The Wanderers From the hills of Skye to the world’s far roads, From the sea to the mountain high, Every step of the wandering clan Still carried the soul of Skye. Verse 11 – The Rebel Heart Electric strings and Highland drums, Like thunder in the night, The rebel heart of the island clan Still burns with ancient might. Verse 12 – The Story Lives Through every song and every tale, Through every banner unfurled, The story of Skye and MacLeod Still echoes across the world. Verse 13 – Celtic Spirit Knots and tartan, pipes and drums, The ancient spirals remain, Every thread of the island cloth Carries memory and flame. Verse 14 – The Clan Endures From Dunvegan’s halls to distant shores, Through centuries strong and proud, The wind still whispers through Skye’s dark cliffs— The name of MacLeod. Verse 15 – Final Anthem Raise the pipes and strike the strings, Let the Highland thunder cry, For the clan of Skye still rides the storm— And MacLeod will never die.
