There's a mist moving over the mountain Close to the place I call home
Where the song of the sparrow And the whistling of the trees
Pills me in like cowards they don't
Tallulah, oh Tallulah, oh
Tallulah, oh The song of old Glencoe
Let me tell you the tale of a traveller
Who knew not the hills he had drawn
When he saw his reflection in the water crystal clean
It was then he knew he was home
Tallulah, oh Tallulah, oh
Tallulah, oh The song of old Glencoe
Tallulah, oh Tallulah, oh
Tallulah, oh The song of old Glencoe
Tallulah, oh Tallulah, oh
Tallulah, oh Tallulah, oh
Tell you the lie, oh
Tell you the lie, oh
The song of old Glencoe
The song of old Glencoe