As through life I've rambled I've seen many wondrous things
And from the highest mountain tops my soul has sprouted wings
And in life's dark valleys when it seems hope is gone
The thought of the hills of home gives me strength to carry on
The hills of my home
Call out to me wherever I may roam
And my heart beats like the wild bird's wings
Flying toward the hills of home
Like the sheltering wings of an old mother hen
The hills hover 'round me and my heart starts to mend
And restin' on those sunny slopes I truly understand
What it's like to be held in the palm of God's hand
The hills of my home
Call out to me wherever I may roam
And my heart beats like the wild bird's wings
Flying toward the hills of home
I'd like to grow old with the grace of an oak
Where the poppies and the lupins and the wild iris grow
And when I die, good people, grant one last request
Lay me down beneath the hills that I love best
The hills of my home
Call out to me wherever I may roam
And my heart beats like the wild bird's wings
Flying toward the hills of home
And my heart beats like the wild bird's wings
Flying toward the hills of home

INVIA LE CORREZIONI