Intro: Am7 G7 F C G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, he fought in many a fray, and fought and won. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles glorious, and deeds victorious, G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C But now he's sighing, his heart is crying, to leave those green fields of Tyrol. F C A7 Dm G7 C Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills, F C A7 Dm G7 C And fair as these green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away, G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C Sees leaves are falling and death is calling, and he will fade away, on that dark land. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C He called his piper, his trusty piper, and bade him sound a lay, a pi-broach sad to play, G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside, not on those green hills, of Tyrol. F C A7 Dm G7 C Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills, F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7 And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wanders far no more and soldiers far no more, G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside, you'll see a piper play, this soldier home. G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles, glorious and deeds victorious, G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C But he will cease now, he is at peace now, far from these green, hills of Tyrol. F C A7 Dm G7 C Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills, F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7 And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.