Grand Old Hills

I love to look at you
Grand old hills
Where from down your sides
Gurgles beautiful rills

And in your dells
Where springs are found
And lovely flowers
Spring unbound

That we can wander
And gather there
With beautiful sunshine
And pine-fresh air

That will bring to us
The refreshing sleep
And carry our souls
O'er the billows deep

And erase from our minds
In a moment there
That we are free
We know not care.