The Real Reel

[Verse 1] In a hall by the glen, where the heather blooms, The pipes are calling, filling the room. With kilts a-twirling and spirits high, We dance through the night under the Scottish sky. [Chorus] This is the real reel, the heart of the kilted clans, Where stories are weaved by every clan hand. Feel the Highlands call, let your soul take the wheel, In the dance of life, this is the real reel. [Verse 2] From Skye to Stirling, across the braes, The rhythm echoes through the misty haze. With every stomp and every spin, The pride of Scotland shines within. [Chorus] This is the real reel, the pulse of the Kay-Lee night, With a swing and a swirl in the soft moonlight. Feel the Highlands call, let your soul take the wheel, In the dance of life, this is the real reel. [Bridge] Where the tales of old meet the hills and the lochs, With a dram in our hand and a heart like a rock. From the cliffs and the glens, to the streets cobbled tight, In the reel of the real, we dance through the night. Alba gu bràth, let the echo ring, For the spirit of Scotland, we dance and we sing. [Chorus] This is the real reel, the rhythm beyond our ken, From the laughter to the tears in our glen. Alba gu bràth, through the mists and the steel, In the dance of life, this is the real reel. [Outro] So lift your glass, let the music soar, We’ll reel through the night and dance some more. In the heart of the land, with each swing and heel, Alba gu bràth, for the real reel.