Whenever we measure life's greatest treasures The simplest of pleasures is often most high: To hold and to cherish a love that won't perish And to walk in the highlands with you by my side. Oh, well i remember the first of november; The frost on the heather, i followed the tide. West through the islands our ship sailed in silence And never the highlands again have i spied. How many lifetimes i've wandered Since i took adventure my bride? How many good lives squandered Victory and justice denied? At the end of my story, come fortune or glory, Or only to answer for blindness or pride, If there's a heaven, one thing i believe in, I'll walk in the highlands with you by my side