Rambling hills made of rock,
Made of dirt,
With trees atop you.
I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills your areas outstretched.
Your forests far and wide spread.
The memory of you.
I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills you sing to the sky,
Your streams sing to my,
Open, happy heart.
I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills,
I'm coming back to you,
Because you really miss me too.
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