[Verse] She walks the moors where the heather grows A bonnet tilted Her spirit shows A shawl wrapped tight A world she knows Her laughter echoes where the cold wind blows [Chorus] She's just a lass with class From the old Scotland hills Her voice like a river Her heart it stills With a step so light and a gaze so deep She's the dream you meet but can never keep [Verse 2] Her hands are rough but her soul is fine Like the worn stone walls that trace the time A sip of tea by the fire’s soft glow She weaves her tales And they start to flow [Prechorus] Oh The stars above don’t shine as bright As her eyes in the Highland night [Chorus] She's just a lass with class From the old Scotland hills Her voice like a river Her heart it stills With a step so light and a gaze so deep She's the dream you meet but can never keep [Bridge] She hums a tune that the ancients sang Of battles fought and the church bells rang Her stories live in the whistling breeze In the shadowed glens and the ancient trees