Green Hills of Tyrol

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'd seen the glory and told the story Of battles glorious and deeds nefarious But now he's sighing, his heart is crying To leave these green hills of Tyrol.

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 these green hills of Tyrol.

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'd seen the glory, he'd told his story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugles cease now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol.