I met a stag in Connor's wood
'Twas white as fallen snow
Upon the feast of Hogmanay
So many years ago

His eyes were haunted portals
Beyond the pale of night
His mantle was a fiery crown
One hundred points of light

The wind was up, a keening sound
A distant rebel cry
He seemed to fade before my eyes
and vanished in the night

I swear I saw my father's face
The brieves who went before
Receding in the distant past
Through pestilence and war

My heart is in the highlands
But my home is 'cross the sea
Old trewes and highland whiskey
On the feast of Hogmanay
Old trewes and highland whiskey
On the feast of Hogmanay