The hills of home

My prairie home is beautiful, but oh,

I miss the broken skyline that I know,

I look in vain for rivers and for lakes,

But over all my heart at sunset aches

For hills of home!

The everlasting hills, how firm they stand!

Their mighty summits braced, a Titan band,

Uplifting hoary foreheads to the blast

When Indian summer's golden glow is past.

Oh, hills of home!

I know them, love them, see them once again,

Their cloudy summits veiled in misty rain,

Or softly, dimly blue, or capped with snow,

I'm homesick for you, mountains that I know.

Oh, hills of home!