Lyrics

My Home Hills

The pines are dancing in the wind
like they always did,
down there the river's sparkling
in the valley of lushest green.
But I feel like a photograph
that's been fading in some drawer far too long.

CHORUS: I'm back here in my home hills
where I once grew a pair of mighty wings.
Here with my dried-up dreams,
I'll throw them in the wind like ashes.

"Bees in the lavender, then the lazy owl",
wrote old Emily.
It's the journey of the soul,
the vibrant day soon has a touch of chill.
It's so easy, when you're young,
to rise on wings and fly back into the sun.

CHORUS: I'm back here in my home hills
stretching out my weighty, withered wings,
Here with my cold dreams,
can a void this big be filled again.

Bridge: I can feel something moving deep down inside
like some little seed's sprouting,
shall it grow into a new dream in time.

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tag: My home hills, take these ashes,
take these dried-up dreams



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