When I leave this world behind me   To another I will go   And if there are no pipes in heaven   I'll be going down below      If friends in time be severed   Someday we will meet again   I'll return to leave you never   Be a piper to the end      This has been a day to die for   Now the day has almost gone   Up above a choir of seabirds   Turns to face the setting sun      Now the evening dawn is calling   And all the hills are burning red   And before the night comes falling   Clouds are lined with golden thread      We watched the fires together   Shared our quarters for a while   Walked the dusty roads together   Came so many miles      This has been a day to die on   Now the day is almost done   Here the pipes will lay beside me   Silent will the battle drum      If friends in time be severed   Someday here we will meet again   I return to leave you never   Be a piper to the end