There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
He fought in many affray, and fought and won

Hed seen the glory, hed told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now hes sighing, his heart is crying
To leave those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land

He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Youll see a piper play his soldier home

Hes seen the glory, hes told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles ceased now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home
