Memories of childhood draw me homeward,
Gentle smiles of loved ones I once knew.
Sounds of laughter, children in the gloaming,
Flowers brushed with dew.
Happy faces round the fire at twilight,
Voices raised in song.
How my heart was happy,
In those days long gone.
The Hills of Home are calling,
No matter where I roam.
My heart is ever yearning,
For those friends I’ve left at home.
There’s someone there who’s waiting.
I know she waits alone.
I pray that God will guide me,
To my Hills of Home.
Shadows fall and night is closing round me,
Far from her and where I long to be.
Though I’ve wandered far, she’s always with me,
Hands across the sea.
In my heart I know that God will guide me,
Back to where I can be free.
To the land that’s calling....
Calling out to me.
The Hills of Home are calling,
No matter where I roam.
My heart is ever yearning,
For those friends I’ve left at home.
There’s someone there who’s waiting,
I know she waits alone.
I pray that God will guide me,
To my Hills of Home....
I pray that God will guide me
To my Hills of Home.
