I walk through mist where the old winds cry stone-cut silence under heavy sky something ancient calls my name like memory wrapped in flame Footsteps break on frozen ground history breathing without a sound every hill feels like a voice telling me I had no choice I don’t know where I belong but the pipes keep pulling strong hold it back — don’t fall low feel the pressure start to grow yo-li-o yo-li-o HIGHLAND SIGNAL IN THE SKY BAGPIPES CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT YO-LI-O, THE WORLD BREAKS WIDE SCOTLAND BURNS INSIDE MY EYES ancient sound in modern skin lost between where I’ve been steel and stone and neon flame everything still sounds the same I was quiet, I was stone drifting far away from home but the hills began to speak in frequencies I can’t repeat don’t fade out don’t stay small hear the signal feel it all yo-li-o yo-li-o HIGHLAND SIGNAL NEVER DIES BAGPIPES SCREAMING THROUGH THE SKY YO-LI-O, THE MOUNTAINS SHOUT SCOTLAND BREAKS AND COMES ALIVE mist returns, the sound remains in the hills and in the veins everything fades… but still sings on
