Samba in the Highlands, Pipes in the Sun

From the cobbled streets of Edinburgh town

To Sao Paulo nights where the stars fall down

I carry two skies in the beat of my chest

One wild with wind, one warm with zest

And every time I cross that ocean wide

I feel both places pulling at my stride

Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway

Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day

Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Two hearts dancing, beating as one

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

There’s a whisper of heather in the Paulista breeze

And a hint of carnival in the Scottish seas

I’m a wanderer stitched from two distant lands

With whisky on my tongue and sand in my hands

And every time the music starts to rise

I hear both homelands singing in disguise

Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway

Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day

Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Two hearts dancing, beating as one

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Oh, let the dancers spin like northern lights

Let the bagpipes hum through the tropical nights

Wherever I stand, I’m never alone

Two countries echo in my bones

Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway

Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day

Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Two hearts dancing, beating as one

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway

Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day

Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun

Two hearts dancing, beating as one

Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun