THE HILLS

THE HILLS

During my childhood and youth I lived on farms close to Liberty Hill, San Saba, Richland Springs, Lometa, Goldthwaite and Bertram, all in central Texas hill country.

I began to think of townsIn Texas rolling hills,

And stores gather all aroundAmong the cotton fields.I

remember the clanking windmillWhisper songs of the past

,And the wind listen to my songA youth in distress.

I will sing my songs to the hills

Quietly, quietly my heart to still.

I remember the sweet sunriseOver post oak trees on the hills,

Casting sunrays to baptizeNature in the early morning chill.

The leaves stay silent untilMorning breezes ripple among

Field and forest a singingTo my mind and soul.

I will sing my songs to the hills

Quietly, quietly my heart to still.

I remember the lovely streetsSoftly colored by sunrays,

And a morning is to entreatAll denizens to a delightful day.
My memories fade awayAs I slumber by the hills,Of my childhood dreamsWondering if it is today.

I will sing my songs to the hills

Quietly, quietly my heart to still

.I wonder back through the yearsT own o a house by the creek,

Where the young girls tearsCaptured my heart for her to keep.

My heart was taken by deceit

Shattered pieces fell intoCreeks, fields, and dreamsIn Texas rolling hills.

I will sing my songs to the hills

Quietly, quietly my heart to still.

Remembering my childhood dayTo the towns I use to be

;I see shadows move in In deserted building that I see.

Where did the merchants flee,The teachers, preachers, farmersAnd the children, mothers, fathersLeft a ghostly scene.

I will sing my songs to the hillsQuietly,

quietly my heart to still.

I had a dream that will not dieOf heels of golden shine,

A luminous, radiant, colored skyWith songs of crystal rhyme.

This in tempo with God's design,

That day Texas hills will sighHe is lonely so who is on his wayTo meet his Holy Friend.

I will sing my songs to the hills

Quietly, quietly my heart is still

DW12/6