Music:
Trad. Lyrics: Michael M. Jung
THERES AN OLD BIG TREE AT THE EDGE OF TOWN
THAT LEADS YOU TO THE FOGGY HILLS
THERSE A DUSTY PATH FULL OF ANCIENT FERN
AND THE GRAS IS GROWING WILD AND FREE
THE MIST IS RISING UP
AT DAWN
AND THE FAIRYS CLEAN
THEIR WINGS
ALL LEGENDS OF THE
DRAGONS START
IN THE HILLS BEHIND
MY OLD HOMETOWN
YES I STILL REMEMBER THE GLOOMY NIGHT
WHEN THE WOOLVES COME OUT OF THE DARK
AND I ALWAY HEAR MY SISTERS CRY
WHEN THEY TOOK HER INTO THE NIGHT
WHEN I’M SITTING NOW
BEHIND THAT TREE
AND WATCH THE CROWS
PASS BY
ALL I HOPE IS THAT MY
SISTER LIVES
IN HILLS BEHIND MY
OLD HOMETOWN
AND I ‘M WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME
THAT I’M OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE MY TOWN
I WILL STAND MY FEARS AND WALK THAT PATH
TILL THE DAY I’LL HOLD MY SISTERS HAND
WHILE I CLOSE MY EYES
AND FEEL THE WIND
I HEAR MY MOTHERS
VOICE
HURRY UP MY LITTLE
BOY THE DARKNESS COMES
FROM THE HILLS BEHIND
MY OLD HOMETOWN