The Hills That I Call Home

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I was born upon a hillside
Where the pines sing in the wind
Where my daddy lived before me
And my grandpa before him

We believe in simple livin’
It’s the only life we know
All we need here is our freedom
And a place to call our own

   In the land of Ethan Allen
   Where the sugar maples grow
   Where the wild grass fills the meadows
   And the rocky rivers flow
   By the hills that I call home

Now I have traveled cross the country
And there is much that I have learned
Still I felt no peace inside me
Till the day that I returned

For there’re two things you can count on
In this troubled world we face
Every season has an ending
Every person has a place