I hear the highland voices call
from eons lost in the brume.
They speak of love and sacred bonds
between a bride and a groom.
It’s fury and passion and primal strength
that echo down from the ben,
and carry as if an ancient burn
against the wind to the fen.
I’ve heard this song before in my dreams
and longed to know its heart;
I could not know the sense of the song
as long as we were apart.
But now, with you at my side, I know
these soulful roars as our own.
And I know I’ve seen that love in your eyes
before the age of the stone.