The Hills of Home

My prairie home is beautiful, but old

I miss the broken skyline that I know

I look in vain for rivers and for lakes

But overall my heart has sunset aches

For hills of home

The hills of home

The everlasting hills, how firm they stand

Their mighty summits braced, a Titan band

Uplifting hoary foreheads to the blast

When Indian summer's golden glow is past

The hills of home (The hills of home) (The hills of home)

The hills of home (The hills of home) (The hills of home)

I know them, love them, see them once again

Their cloudy summits veiled in misty rain

Or softly, dimly blue or capped with snow

I'm homesick for you, mountains that I know

Oh, hills of home!

The hills of home

Oh, hills (Oh, hills)

The hills, the hills

Of home

The hills of home