I found the words that you are looking forward in the back of my
program from the 1992 Highland games in Detroit, Glad that I could
help you : )

Hark when the night is falling,
Hear! Hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling, down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are slepping,
Now feel the blookd a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Toweing in gallant fame, 
Scotland, my mountian hame, 
High may your proud standards gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavor, 
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave.


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The lyrics, as I found them in the back of a novel were as follows:

Hark when the night is falling,
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a'leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame, 
Scotland, my mountain hame, 
High may your proud standards gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavor, 
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave.

High in the misty highlands,
Out in the purple islands.
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kinds as the light that shines from fair maidens eyes.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland, the mountain hame!
High may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of the high endeavor
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave!

Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beaming
Love sets the heart a'dreaming
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland the mountain hame!
High may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of the high endeavor,
Land of the shining river,
land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave!