Текст песни I Am Dreaming of the Mountains - Simon Khorolskiy

I am dreaming of the mountains of my home Of
The mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt ′neath southern skies
Where the summer never dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my
Home I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the charming music of the Rhyl
There is nothing to compare
With the love that once was there
In the lonely little homestead on the hill
I can see the quiet churchyard down below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
And when God my soul will keep
It is there I want to sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago
I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt 'neath southern skies
Where the summer never dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my home