I Want to Walk Those Hills Once More

Once more I want to walk the hills,

To take a stroll among the trees,

To walk along a downhill stream,

And feel that cool, fresh mountain breeze.

 

I want to wake with morning sun,

And smell that bacon in the pan,

To hear my Mama call my name,

Then fill my day with childhood plans.

 

I want to sit on Granny’s porch,

And swing in her old wooden swing,

To watch the traffic going by,

Then hear my Granny as she’d sing.

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I want to sit once more in church,

And hear that mountain preacher speak,

To have old men to pat my head,

And have old women pinch my cheek.

 

I want to skip stones on the creek,

And go to that old country store,

Watch old men at the checkerboard,

I want to walk those hills once more.

 

Alas, that time and age is gone,

I know that it will never be,

Perhaps, on that far, distant shore,

I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

 

I know I’ll see my Mama there,

And things, will be, as was before,

Yes, I will have to wait and see,

I want to walk those hills once more.

~~ Ron Bliss