Across the Hills of Home

You’ll take the low road, I’ll take the High and back to Scotland my spirit will fly To see her one more time before I die  you’ll take the low road and I’ll take the high When the mists of evening rise to hide the starlight in the skies My heart with longing sadness fills to see again those Scottish hills Once more as in my boyhood days I roam the bracken covered braes and hear them singing in the glen a will you no come back again across the hills of home  take, you’ll take the low road I’ll take the High and back to Scotland my spirit will fly To see her one more time before we die you’ll take the low road and I’ll take the high As flows the river faster still the days of youth that never will Return now only dreams remain of purple hills and fields of grain  But still I hear across the miles the haunting call of misty isles Above the tidal waters roar but I know that I shall go no more across the hills of home take the low road I’ll take the High and back to Scotland my spirit will fly To see her one more time before we die You’ll take the low road, I’ll take the High and back to Scotland my spirit will fly To see her one more time before I die  you’ll take the low road and I’ll take the high you’ll take the low road and I’ll take the high you’ll take the low road and I’ll take the high