All the hills are alive with the sound of the breeze
Rolling and laughing through the ancient trees
The stone walls whisper of tales long told
Of battles and dances, of fire and gold
Can you hear it, friend?
Let the wild hills call a song for the living For one and for all
Raise your glass,
let the fiddle sing The tin whistle flies on a sparrow's wing
Round and round, the
baron will pound To the banjo's tune,
we're all spellbound
Lift your feet,
let the wild winds roar Dance to the hills,
to the old and lore
Through the heather we run where the rivers twist
Each step a promise,
each moment kissed With the moon overhead,
a lantern's gleam
The stars like diamonds in a whiskey dream Can you taste the air,
the sweet sharp brew?
It's life in a cup, it's calling to you
Raise your glass,
let the fiddle sing The tin whistle flies on a sparrow's wing
Round and round,
the baron will pound To the banjo's tune,
we're all spellbound
Lift your feet,
let the wild winds roar
Dance to the hills, to the old and lore
Oh,
the story's carved in the ancient stone
A world alive where the past has flown
The laughter lingers,
the music stays Through a thousand nights and a thousand days
Raise your glass,
let the fiddle sing The tin whistle flies on a sparrow's wing
Round and round, the baron will pound
To the banjo's tune, we're all spellbound
Lift your feet,
let the wild winds roar Dance to the hills,
to the old and lore