These Hills

From far away I’ve travelled

To stand once more alone

And hear my memories echo

Through these hills that I call home

As a child I roamed this valley

I watched the seasons come and go

I spent many hours dreaming

On these hills that I call home

The wind is rushing through the valley

And I don’t feel so all alone

When I see the dandelions blowing

Across the hills that I call home

Like the flowers, I am fading

Into my setting sun

Brother and sister passed before me

Mama and Daddy, they’ve long since gone

The wind is rushing through the valley

And I don’t feel so all alone

When I see the dandelions blowing

Across the hills that I call home

These are the hills that I call home