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 In-to  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.