The Green Hills Of Tyrol

(album: Songs Of The Highlands, Songs Of The Sea - 2022)

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldered all the wires
There was no bolder, upon his shoulder
He'd fought in many a fray 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

Because his 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, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldered all the wires
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land
He called his piper, bit by a viper
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 his 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, a Scottish soldier
Who 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
But he will cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Because his 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 his 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
They are not the hills of home
They are not the hills of home