The Scottish Soldier Songtext

von Seamus Kennedy

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 many affray, 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 those 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, 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 those green hills of Tyrol

Because those 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, 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 the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugle's ceased now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Because those 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 those 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