[Instrumental Intro] (Fiddle and low whistle, slow and airy) Verse 1 The hills lie still in silver white, beneath a quiet sky, Ancient stones and frozen burns where echoes never die. The wind it sings in heathered ghosts, through glens of frost and stone, And every step upon the snow feels farther from the known. [Instrumental Turn] (Fiddle leads, harp answers) Verse 2 Black lochs sleep beneath the ice, the moon a broken shield, A lone crow cuts the winter air above the frozen field. Smoke curls thin from distant homes, warm hearts against the cold, Old songs are kept like hidden fire, more precious now than gold. Chorus Oh snow on the Highlands, white and wide, hold fast what time can’t take. Through storm and silence we remain, for these are lands that never break. Snow on the Highlands, pure and slow, teach my restless soul to stay, For I belong where the cold winds roam and the long nights sing my name. [Extended Instrumental] (Fiddle, whistle, bodhrán very soft) Verse 3 The mountains wear their winter crowns with patient, ancient grace, They’ve seen the rise and fall of men, yet never turned their face. Footprints fade, but land endures, beneath the drifting white, And every silence holds a truth revealed in northern light. Bridge (quiet) If I am lost, let it be here, where the world is stripped and clear, Where snow and sky and breath align and nothing false comes near. Final Chorus Oh snow on the Highlands, cold and kind, you carve the strong from stone. In your stillness I remember what it means to stand alone. Snow on the Highlands, carry me through the dark and through the dawn, For my heart is bound to winter ground where the old winds wander on. [Outro – Instrumental] (Fiddle fades into wind)
