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.