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.
Mama and Daddy, they've long since gone. Brother and sister passed before me: 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.
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