Lyrics These Hills - Iris DeMent
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                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.
 
                                    
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