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 a fray and fought and won

he'd seen the glory and told his story

of battles glorious and deeds victorious

now he's sighing his heart is crying

to leave those green hills of tyrol



because these green hills are not highland hills

or the island hills

they're not my land's hills

and fair as these green foreign hills may be

they are not the hills of home



and now the soldier the scottish soldier

who'd wandered far away and soldiered far away

sees leaves are falling and death is calling

and he will fade away in that far land

so he called his piper his trusty piper

and bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play

upon a hillside but Scottish hillside

not on these green hills of tyrol



because these green hills are not highland hills

or the island hills

they're not my land's hills

and fair as these green foreign hills may be

they are not the hills of home



and now the soldier the scottish soldier

will wander far no more and soldier far no more

and on a hillside a scottish hillside

you'll hear a piper play his soldier home

he'd seen the glory and told his story

of battles glorious and deeds victorious

the bugles cease now he is at peace now

far from these green hills of tyrol



because these green hills are not highland hills

or the island hills

they're not my land's hills

and fair as these green foreign hills may be

they are not the hills of home

because these green hills are not highland hills

or the island hills

they're not my land's hills

and fair as these green foreign hills may be

they are not the hills of home