Hey you!
Yeah, I mean you.
It’s time…
For what? I hear you ask.
For a journey to the past.
Destination? Northern Scotland,
By the quiet Cairngorm hills.
But be warned—
It will enchant you,
It will make you long for more,
And I promise you,
You won’t wanna leave.

Turn away from the city lights,
Take that winding road into the Highlands,
And your heart will whisper, this is home.

Where time stands still,
The past is whispering your name

It pulls you in, it takes its hold,
You feel your restless soul awake

And maybe you can hear them—
The bagpipes in the misty night

The magic wraps around you
Like a fire burning bright

Where time stands still.

Old stone houses lined in rows,
Windows glowing warm below.

Every doorway whispers stories
Of days long gone but never old.

You walk those streets and suddenly
You’re standing deep in history,

As if time leapt back a century
And asked you there to stay.

Where time stands still,
The past is whispering your name

It pulls you in, it takes its hold,
You feel your restless soul awake

And maybe you can hear them—
The bagpipes in the misty night

The magic wraps around you
Like a fire burning bright

Where time stands still.

In those extraordinary pubs at night,
With smoky beams and candlelight,
Laughter echoes off the wood,
And strangers feel like brotherhood.
One more dram, one more song,
You swear you’ve been here all along.
You say you’ll leave at break of dawn—
But you already know you’ll stay.

Where time stands still,
The past is whispering your name

It pulls you in, it takes its hold,
You feel your restless soul awake

And maybe you can hear them—
The bagpipes in the misty night

The magic wraps around you
Like a fire burning bright

Where time stands still.

We found our hearts right here,
In Pitlochry…
And you won’t ever wanna leave.