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