These Hills
Echoes of Home: Iris DeMent's Poetic Journey Through Nostalgic Hills
Lyrics
Far away I've traveled
Expressing a distant journey
To stand once more alone
Reflecting on standing alone again
And hear my memories echo
Hearing the echoes of memories
Through these hills that I call home
Associating memories with the hills considered home
As a child I roamed this valley
Recalling childhood exploration of the valley
I watched the seasons come and go
Observing the cyclical nature of seasons
I spent many hours dreaming
Spending time dreaming on the familiar hills
On these hills that I call home
Emphasizing a personal connection to the hills
The wind is rushing through the valley
Feeling the rush of wind in the valley
And I don't feel so all alone
Experiencing a sense of companionship with nature
When I see the dandelions blowing
Noting the beauty of dandelions blowing in the wind
Across the hills that I call home
Linking the imagery to the hills regarded as home
Like the flowers I am fading
Comparing personal fading to wilting flowers
Into my setting sun
Approaching the end of life symbolized by the setting sun
Brother and sister passed before me
Acknowledging the passing of siblings
Mama and Daddy they've long since gone
Referring to the departed parents
The wind is rushing through the valley
Repeating the comforting wind in the valley
And I don't feel so all alone
Reiterating a sense of togetherness with nature
When I see the dandelions blowing
Reaffirming the beauty of dandelions on the hills
Across the hills that I call home
Emphasizing the enduring connection to the home hills
These are the hills that I call home
Stating a final affirmation of the hills as home
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