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