We’re building fires that will burn until morning.
The smell of books and hot stone surrounds us.
Tough is the leather that’s strapped to my skin,
Strong are the bonds that we make.

We feel the steam as it rises around us,
Up from the soil that is cracking its back.
Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin,
Strong are the bonds that we sing.

Work till you’re muscle bound all night long.
Got to work till you’re muscle bound all night long.

To hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain,
Down through the vein and into the grain.
Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time,
Here is the land it can break.

Work till you’re muscle bound all night long.
Got to work till you’re muscle bound all night long.