Hills Of Home

There ain’t much that’s left here that ain’t all run down
Gone are the echoes of old familiar sounds
Families that scattered, parted and gone
Left a lot of good things to wither away back home
Can’t you feel those hills around you
Can’t you feel a touch of home
And don’t’ you wish you’d never gone.
There are some things memories can’t bring home
Hills of home Hills of home
Families scattered off and gone
These old hills that have been passed by
Well they’ve seen their share of leaving in their time
Instrumental
Oh familiar dirt road winds through the piney glades
Where all the longing of childhood dreams were made
Wiry paths and mossy mounds where I could run and play
Never cared to cross my mind all the live long day
Can’t you feel those hills around you
Can’t you feel a touch of home
And don’t’ you wish you’d never gone.
There are some things memories can’t bring home
Hills of home Hills of home
Families scattered off and gone
These old hills that have been passed by
Well they’ve seen their share of leaving in their time
Yes, they’ve seen their share of leaving in their time