GREEN HILLS
(Sir: Green Hills of Tyrol - As sung by Inverscotia Singers)

Oh the green hills are calling me, to shoulder up my pack 
Along the track, where the air is fresh and free,
Where torrents leap and play, I go today

Chorus:
For the calling of the hills I hear, from the birds so near,
From the distant deer, as I swing along with eager stride,
Up the rugged mountain side.

Every noble peak I see lit by the brightening dawn,
Allures me on over rock and jagged scree,
By dark brown pools of peat I guide my feet.

Chorus:

Though the mist has capped each ben,
And phantom peaks obscure, I'll still be lured,
To the corrie down the glen; by yonder waterfall I hear the call.