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