The snow is falling quietly on the Highlands
The winds whisper softly through the pines
To the home from once we came, we do return again
She calls out her name at Christmas time
She calls out her name at Christmas time

This little island that we call Gay Britain
With jigs and mews and queues and hearts of gold
Where up in calloused hands, they're cradled by the land
For every man a thousand stories told
For every man a thousand stories told

Oh Mother Mary, bless and protect her
For like your son, she's known her sorrow too
And for all that she's endured, her heart has remained pure
So at this time of year, we sing our song
Help our little island carry on

The snow is falling quietly on the Highlands
The winds whisper softly through the pines
To the home from which we came, we do return again
When she calls out her name at Christmas time
She calls out her name at Christmas time