These Hills

Far away I've traveled,

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.Instrumental Break.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.