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 I was little
Tolu-tolayo
Tolu-tolayo
Tolu-tolayo
The song of old Glencoe
Let me tell you the tale of a traveler
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
Tolu-tolayo
Tolu-tolayo
Tolu-tolayo
The song of old Glencoe
Tolu-tolayo
Tolu-tolayo
The song of old Glencoe
The song of old Glencoe
Tolu-tolayo
This song of old Glencoe
This song of old Glencoe