She walks like thunder through the glen, With fire beneath her skin again. The heather bends to let her pass, She leaves no footprints in the grass. The wind may howl, the rain may fall, But she will dance through it all. There’s fire in the heather, And wild in her soul. She’s chasing the weather, Not doing what she’s told. With stars in her laughter, And storm in her stride She’s the song of the highlands, She’s the flame they can’t hide. Tha teine na mo chridhe, ’S mi saor mar a’ ghaoth. (There’s fire in my heart, And I’m free like the wind.) She drinks the sky, she breathes the rain, She sings with joy, she cries with pain. No crown can hold her, no man tame, She burns too bright to bear a name. The hills all know the steps she takes, The lochs remember every wake. There’s fire in the heather, And wild in her soul. She’s chasing the weather, Not doing what she’s told. With stars in her laughter, And storm in her stride She’s the song of the highlands, She’s the flame they can’t hide. Tha mo chridhe làn gaoil, ’S mo cheumannan saor. (My heart is full of love, And my steps are free.) Raise your glass and let it ring, To every wild and wandering thing. No cage, no chain, no quiet name She’s the echo, she’s the flame. There’s fire in the heather, And wild in her soul. She’s chasing the weather, Not doing what she’s told. With stars in her laughter, And storm in her stride She’s the song of the highlands, She’s the flame they can’t hide. Tha mi beò, tha mi saor, Mar an teine air a’ mhòintich. (I am alive, I am free, Like the fire on the moor.)
