Testo 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. 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.