[Instrumental Intro] (Harp and fiddle, wide and flowing, distant choir) Verse 1 Across the hills where the heather bends, under skies of fading gold, two white horses carry us on through stories never told. The wind knows every step we take, the land remembers our name, As shadows stretch across the glen and daylight slowly fades. [Instrumental Interlude] (Fiddle melody, harp arpeggios) Verse 2 The apples of the Highlands shine like moonlight on the plain, their breath a cloud in cooling air, their hooves a steady flame. Beside me rides my heart made true, no words we need to say, For love is found in riding on at the closing of the day. Chorus Ride with me into the falling sun, where the earth and the sky are one. Through the silent hills, through the purple light, till the long day’s journey’s done. Ride with me to the valley low, where the still loch softly lies, That’s where our fire and our dream will rest under Highland skies. [Extended Instrumental] (Choral “ah”, low whistle, slow bodhrán) Verse 3 A house of earth, of stone and green, waits hidden by the shore, A door that opens not with keys but hearts that know before. The lake reflects the evening star, the world grows hushed and wide, And all the roads that led us here fall silent by our side. Bridge (soft) No crown, no gold, no promised throne, just hills that hold us fast, A life made of the turning year and moments meant to last. [Instrumental Build] (Fiddle and choir rise gently) Final Chorus Ride with me where the daylight sleeps, where the ancient waters stay. Hand in hand, we have all we need at the end of the day. Ride with me to our waiting home, in the valley deep and fair, For love has found its resting place in the Highlands’ care. [Outro] (Harp, fading choir, wind)
