[Verse 1] The hearth-fire is dying, the night's growing cold But the cellar is spilling with liquid of gold Through the smoke and the shadows, a fiddle starts up With a heavy bass thumping in every cup Come gather, ye lost ones, come step to the beat With the dust of the Highlands still fresh on your feet [Chorus] Oh, dance in the shadows of stone and of pine We are drinking the heather, we're spitting the wine With a kick of the drum and a drone in the dark We'll dance till the morning leaves only a spark Hey! Drink it down! Let the wild chorus rise! Underneath the cold north in the midnight skies! [Verse 2] The synthesizer’s pulsing like blood in the veins While the bagpipes are crying of sorrow and rains We are locked in the circle, we're spinning in grease With a rhythm that promises never to cease So raise up your glasses, the cellar is deep And the secrets of Scotland are ours to keep [Chorus] Oh, dance in the shadows of stone and of pine We are drinking the heather, we're spitting the wine With a kick of the drum and a drone in the dark We'll dance till the morning leaves only a spark Hey! Drink it down! Let the wild chorus rise! Underneath the cold north in the midnight skies! [Outro] Keep the pulse in the floorboards, the sweat on the wall Till the last of the embers and tavern-lights fall [Instrumental Outro] [Fade Out]
