An Gàidhealtachd fiadhaich, far bheanntan àrd, A’ suathadh nan reultan, gun chuing air an àird. Na lochan a’ deàrrsadh le solas an speur, Anam garbh, fiùrant, le sgeul àrd is treun. Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and clear Tro ghleannan fraoich, far a’ ghaoth a’ seinn, Na h-òrain ciùin, cha tèid iad air falbh. Mac-talla nan clann, a’ fuaim an spiorad saor, Ann an clach is allt, gu sìorraidh beò. Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and clear An damh àrd air mullach, fo cheò na beinn, Far sgeulachdan àrsaidh a’ lasadh an oidhch’. O ghleann gu stùc, tha spioradan a’ danns, Ann an cridhe na Gàidhealtachd, cothrom ac’ ann. Oh Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and clear Na h-alltan a’ sileadh le criostal nan sruth, A’ giùlan solas bho aisling na reul. Gach gleann le sgeul, tro linntean air snàmh, Cridhe blàr is bàrd, ann an dàn agus nàmh. Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and clear An geamhradh fuar no samhradh blàth, Tha Gàidhealtachd beò, gun atharrachadh àbhaist. Fiadhaich, gun cheangal, le spiorad cho mòr, An talamh naomh seo, ar dachaigh gu deò. Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and Oh, the Highlands call, forever free, Their ancient heart still sings to me. Through glen and ben, their story flows, The Highlands’ power runs free and clear O, gairm na Gàidhealtachd, saor gu bràth, A cridhe àrsaidh a’ seinn dhomh le gràdh
