In the dawn so faintly shining
On the dew kissed grass of home
Is a love for which I’m pining
Oh, give me the hills I long to roam
And yet the fervor fades to weeping
For now I understand at last
The hills of home are for the sleeping
In a place I’ve yet to pass
Oh, give me the hills of home sweet Savior
Give me the hills of home I pray
And shine on me with love and favor
Forever in those hills to stay.
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