The Green Hills of Tyrol
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldierWho 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’d seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds nefarious
But now he’s sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
Because these green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, the’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 these green hills of Tyrol.
And so 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’d seen the glory, he’d told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
A traditional Scottish song, accompanied with bagpipes, telling a story of a soldier in a far-off land…once played in battle to rally troops leaving the battlefield, retreats were also played to lull the weary warriors to sleep.
I just want to find a place of sanctuary, to find a place of peace…never mind that I will lead the simplest of lives, as long as you are there with me, all the hundreds of you’s in my life…or am I fated to live out our failures time and time again, only becoming more and more bitter? Perhaps home is a place where we live out our happiness, sadness, successes and failures…and part of me is crying to leave this place. To leave all of you behind.
I am torn…where do I go now?
posted by quatscherei @ 22:24
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