The winding Murrumbidgee flows
The stately gum and wattle grows
And deep within the forest tall
The laughing kookaburra calls
Across the miles and down the years
I dream, my eyes too old for tears
Of other scenes, more fair than these
And I chase ahead the scented breeze
Across the hills of home.

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You 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 take the low road, and I'll take the high.

And when the mists of evening rise
To hide the starlight in the skies
My heart with longing sadness fills
To see again those heather hills
Once more, as in my boyhood days
I roam the bracken-covered braes
And hear them singing in the glen
"Ah, will ye no come back again
Across the hills of home."

Chorus

As flows a 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
I know that I shall go no more
Across the hills of home.

Chorus