Simon Khorolskiy

I Am Dreaming of the Mountains

1 verse:

I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt 'neath southern skies where the summer never dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my home

2 verse:

I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the charming music of the river
There is nothing to compare with the love that once was there
In that lonely little homestead on the hill

3 verse:

I can see the quiet churchyard down below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
And when God my soul will keep it is there I want to sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago