A Scottish Soldier - Carl Wilson-歌词_1

A Scottish Soldier - Carl Wilson

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's seen the glory

He 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 these green hills

Are not highland hills

Or the island hills

They're not my land's hills

And fair as these

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's called his piper

His trusty piper

And bade him sound alay

A pi-broch 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

And fair as these green foreign hills may be

They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier

This 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

The bugles cease now

He is at peace now

Far from those green hills of tyrol

Because these 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