Ten thousand miles even though I roam
I can hear the call of the hills of home
The canyons high and the valleys low
echo: "How can you stay away?"
My dreams are there where the eagle flies,
where the mountain tops seem to touch the sky
The winding streams and the winds that blow
ask me "How can you stay away?"
Far too long have I stayed apart
from this land that I love and divide my heart
Now, now I know I must go
|: where the hills say "Don't stay away" :|