Iris Dement - These hills

^GFar^C away I've ^Gtraveled, To ^Gsta^D7nd once more a^Glone. And ^Ghea^Cr my memories ^Gecho, Through these ^Ghil^D7ls that I call ^Ghome.

As a ^Gchi^Cld I roamed this ^Gvalley. I watched the ^Gseaso^D7ns come and ^Ggo. I spent ^Gman^Cy hours ^Gdreaming, On these ^Ghill^D7s that I call ^Ghome.

The ^Cwind is rushing through the valley, And I don't ^Gfeel so all alone, When I ^Csee the dandelions blowing, Across the ^Ghi^D7lls that I call ^Ghome.

Like the ^Gflow^Cers I am ^Gfading, In^G-t^D7o my setting ^Gsun. Bro^Gther ^Cand sister passed be^Gfore me: ^G Mama and ^D7Daddy, they've long since ^Ggone.

The ^Cwind is rushing through the valley, And I don't ^Gfeel so all alone, When I ^Csee the dandelions blowing, Across the ^Ghi^D7lls that I call ^Ghome. These are the ^Ghil^D7ls that I call ^Ghome.