In the hills and wells of memories
In the mountain caves and down the seas
In the woods I heard the whispering
When I found you by the fairy ring
I wish I could run with you
once more in the wind
by the hills and the woods of my old home
The bridge where we stood
was buried under our dreams
by the hills and the woods of my old home
When the hills and wells have disappeared
When the mountains cave just like I’ve feared
When I see an empty fairy ring
In your eyes I find remembering
I wish I could run with you
once more in the wind
by the hills and the woods of my old home
The bridge where we stood
was buried under our dreams
by the hills and the woods of my old home
In the hills and wells of memories
In the woods I hear a whispering
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