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 many affray, and fought and won He'd seen the glory, he'd 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 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 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 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 see a piper play his soldier home He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugle's ceased now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol