Far away I've traveled,
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To stand once more alone.
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And hear my memories echo,
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Through these hills that I call home.
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As a child I roamed this valley.
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I watched the seasons come and go.
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I spent many hours dreaming,
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On these hills that I call home.
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The wind is rushing through the valley,
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And I don't feel so all alone,
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When I see the dandelions blowing,
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Across the hills that I call home.
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Instrumental Break.
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Like the flowers I am fading,
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Into my setting sun.
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Brother and sister passed before me:
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Mama and Daddy, they've long since gone.
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The wind is rushing through the valley,
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And I don't feel so all alone,
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When I see the dandelions blowing,
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Across the hills that I call home.
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These are the hills that I call home.
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These Hills
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| Iris Dement |
