The heather sways,
the moon hangs low,
fields are lit with a golden glow.
Boots are tapping,
hands are free,
tonight we'll dance by the old oak tree.
Oh,
we're dancing, dancing on the moor,
laughing, spinning, shouting for more.
Raise your voice,
let the music soar,
we're alive,
dancing on the moor.
A whistle cries,
the fiddle sings,
the banjo hums,
and the ball run rings.
The stars keep time,
they twinkle bright,
we'll stomp and twirl till the morning light.
Oh,
we're dancing, dancing on the moor,
laughing,
spinning,
shouting for more.
Raise your voice,
let the music soar,
we're alive,
dancing on the moor.
The hills echo with our cheer,
the lark listens, drawing near.
Round and round,
the world's a blur,
each heart beats with the piper's stir.
Oh,
we're dancing, dancing on the moor,
laughing, spinning,
shouting for more.
Raise your voice,
let the music soar,
we're alive,
dancing on the moor.
Oh, we're dancing, dancing on the moor,
laughing, spinning,
shouting for more.
Raise your voice,
let the music soar,
we're alive,
dancing on the moor.