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 snd fought and won

He's seen the glory
And told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing
His heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol

Because these green hills are not Highland hills
Or the island's hills
They're not my land's hills
As 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 won't fade away in that fair land

He's 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 these green hills of Tyrol

Because these green hills are not Highland hills
Or the island hills
They're not my land's hills
As fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home
(They're not the green hills, the green hills of home)

And so 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 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
As fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

(They're not the green hills)
The green hills of home