Eric Bogle - Across the hills of home

^FYou take the low road and ^BbI'll take the ^Fhigh ^FAnd back to ^DmScotland my ^Bbspirit will ^Cfly ^FTo see her one more time ^Bbbefore I ^Fdie ^FYou ^F/Etake the ^Dmlow road^C and ^BbI'll ^Ctake the ^Fhigh

^FWhere wide the Murrumbidgee flows, ^Bbthe stately gum and ^Fwattle grows ^FAnd deep within the ^Dmforests tall the ^Bblaughing kooka^Cburras call ^FAcross the miles and down the years ^BbI dream my eyes too ^Fold for tears ^FOf other scenes more ^Dmfair than these, ^Bband chase a heather ^Cscented breeze ^BbAcross the hills of ^Fhome

^FYou take the low road and ^BbI'll take the ^Fhigh ^FAnd back to ^DmScotland my ^Bbspirit will ^Cfly ^FTo see her one more time ^Bbbefore I ^Fdie ^FYou ^F/Etake the ^Dmlow road^C and ^BbI'll ^Ctake the ^Fhigh

^FAnd when the mists of evening rise ^Bbto hide the starlight ^Fin the skies ^FMy heart with longing ^Dmsadness fills ^Bbto see again those ^CScottish hills ^FOnce more as in my boyhood days ^BbI roam the bracken-^Fcovered braes ^FAnd hear them singing ^Dmin the glen ^Bb"Oh, will ye no' come ^Cback again ^BbAcross the hills of ^Fhome?"

^FYou take the low road and ^BbI'll take the ^Fhigh ^FAnd back to ^DmScotland my ^Bbspirit will ^Cfly ^FTo see her one more time ^Bbbefore I ^Fdie ^FYou ^F/Etake the ^Dmlow road^C and ^BbI'll ^Ctake the ^Fhigh

^FFast flows the river, faster still ^Bbthe days of youth that ^Fnever will ^FReturn - now only ^Dmdreams remain, ^Bbof purple hills and ^Cfields of grain ^FBut still I hear across the miles ^Bbthe haunting call of ^Fmisty isles ^FAbove the tidal waters ^Dmroar but I ^Bbknow that I shall ^Cgo no more ^BbAcross the hills of ^Fhome

^FYou take the low road and ^BbI'll take the ^Fhigh ^FAnd back to ^DmScotland my ^Bbspirit will ^Cfly ^FTo see her one more time ^Bbbefore I ^Fdie ^FYou ^F/Etake the ^Dmlow road^C and ^BbI'll ^Ctake the ^Fhigh