Snow’s falling soft on the hills tonight,
Lanterns glow warm in the winter light.
Bootprints dancing through the frosty glen,
Christmas returns to the Highlands again.

Raise your voice where the cold winds roam,
Tonight the mountains feel like home—

It’s a Highland Christmas fire, burning through the dark!
Pipes like thunder rolling, striking sparks!
Drums like beating hearts beneath the snow—
A Highland Christmas fire, let it roar, let it glow!

Stars shimmer bright on the ancient stones,
Old songs awake in their silver tones.
Clans gather close where the embers shine,
Sharing the spirit in whisky and rhyme.

Wrap the night in a tartan sky,
Let every echo rise up high

It’s a Highland Christmas fire, burning through the dark!
Pipes like thunder rolling, striking sparks!
Drums like beating hearts beneath the snow
A Highland Christmas fire, let it roar, let it glow!

“Up the pipes!”
“Drive the drums!”

Hear the glen sing soft and low,
Old tales rising with the snow.
Hearts alight in winter’s choir—
Keep the flame, the Highland fire.

It’s a Highland Christmas fire, burning through the dark!
Pipes like thunder rolling, striking sparks!
Drums like beating hearts beneath the snow—
A Highland Christmas fire, let it roar, let it glow!

Let it roar
Let it glow
A Highland Christmas… Fire below!”