A Scottish Soldier
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder,
He's fought in many a fray and fought and won.
He's seen the glory, he told the story,
Of battles
glorious and deeds victorious,
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave those
green hills of Tyrol
CHORUS:
Because those green hills are not Highland hills,
They're not 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 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 fair land.
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 those green
hills of Tyrol.
CHORUS: Because those green hills...
And now this soldier, this 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's seen the glory, he told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious,
The tune will cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
CHORUS: Because those green hills...