Verdant Hills

I’m bound for the hills of my home,
For it’s there I was born,
Raised, and belong.
Oh, make me bound for the hills of my home,
And I shall tarry
In your fair court no longer.

My hills are purple,
Or green,
Or yellow
Depending only on the season
And the year.
The gently blowing wind
Bends the grass and it whispers
Only of things that are true.

Oh, make me bound for the hills of my home,
And I shall tarry
In your fair court no longer.

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