Mist Covered Mountains |
There shall I visit the place of my birth. They'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth. So loving and kind, full of music and mirth, The sweet sounding language of home. Chorus: O, roe, soon shall I see them, O, hee-roe, see them, oh see them. O, roe, soon shall I see them, The mist covered mountains of home! | 2. There shall I gaze on the mountains again. On the fields, and the hills, and the birds in the glen. With people of courage beyond human ken! In the haunts of the deer I will roam. Chorus:
3. Hail to the mountains with summits of blue! |