My prairie home is beautiful, but old
I miss the broken skyline that I know
I look in vain for rivers and for lakes
But overall my heart has sunset aches
For hills of home
The hills of home
The everlasting hills, how firm they stand
Their mighty summits braced, a Titan band
Uplifting hoary foreheads to the blast
When Indian summer's golden glow is past
The hills of home (The hills of home) (The hills of home)
The hills of home (The hills of home) (The hills of home)
I know them, love them, see them once again
Their cloudy summits veiled in misty rain
Or softly, dimly blue or capped with snow
I'm homesick for you, mountains that I know
Oh, hills of home!
The hills of home
Oh, hills (Oh, hills)
The hills, the hills
Of home
The hills of home
