(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 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
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