These are our soldiers, our Scottish soldiers Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There are none bolder with good broad shoulder Who fought in many affray, and fought and won
They'd seen the glory, and told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious Now they're returning, their hearts are pounding To see those green hills of their home
Because these green hills are the highland hills And the island hills, they are my hills As fair as these green, foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And so these soldiers, these Scottish soldiers Will wander far away to fight another day And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside They'll hear a piper play them home
They'd seen the glory, they'd told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious Our heroes home now, they must move on now Back to those green hills they call home
Because these green hills are the highland hills And the island hills, they are my hills As fair as these green, foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
Because these green hills are the highland hills And the island hills, they are my hills As fair as those green, foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And now these soldiers, these Scottish soldiers Who wandered far away, soldiered far away Our friends are falling, but hope is calling The fight for freedom in that far land