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