Firkin - Idyll on a hill dalszöveg (lyrics)

The sun shines down on my naked calf
The heather’s licking me fine things
As I’m standig by yon bonnie braes
As the highland under out feet lies

And I scratch me balls and
Ye scratch ye groin
And you lovingly hold my hand
And we kiss a whisky-flavoured kiss
And we sip at the beer
From each other’s hands

Me moustache rich with the rare oul’ times
With beer and haggis and all
And ye curl on my chest
In the whimpering wind
That lifts my kilt to reveal me balls

And we stand my love me highland dove
And the clouds all smile at us from above
And sprinkle our faces with heavenly graces
My finger anon in your mitten I shove

Oh my love, my only highland dove
As we stand on a hill
And we cannot stand still
My pen and your ink draw this higlander idyll