Celtic Soul

Celebrating North Carolina's rich Scotch-Irish heritage we travel to the misty highlands.

"Celtic Soul"

Steaming north on a stallion of iron,

Up the Highland highway of steel,

Over bogs and bridges - and heathery ridges,

And mountains so green they seem surreal,

How strange to be in a foreign land,

And feel more at home than I’ve ever been,

Where the lightning flashes and the thunder rolls,

I have come to claim my Celtic Soul,

How wild and rugged this land,

How sacred this place where I stand,

It’s a feeling that burns,

In a heart that yearns,

To touch the very place of my people’s birth

Spirits of my ancient kin,

Rise up to greet me on the wind,

Where the lighting flashes,

And the thunder rolls,

I have come to claim my Celtic Soul.