When I leave this world behind me To another I will go If there are no pipes in heaven I'll be going down below If friends in time be severed Someday we will meet again I'll return to leave you never Be a piper to the end This has been a day to die for Now the day has almost gone Up above a choir of seabirds Turns to face the setting sun Now the evening dawn is calling And all the hills are burning red And before the night comes falling Clouds are lined with golden thread We watched the fires together Shared our quarters for a while Walked the dusty roads together Came so many miles This has been a day to die on Now the day is almost done Here the pipes will lay beside me Silent will the battle drum If friends in time be severed Someday here we will meet again I return to leave you never Be a piper to the end
