G |
C |
G |
For fame and for fortune I |
wandered the |
earth, |
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C |
G |
D |
And |
now I've come |
back to the land of my |
birth; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
I brought back my |
treasures |
but only to |
find, |
|
G |
D |
G |
They're less than the |
pleasures |
I first left |
behind. |
|
C |
G |
For these are my mountains and |
this is my |
glen, |
|
C |
G |
D |
The |
hills of my |
childhood will know me |
again; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
No land's ever |
claimed me |
though far I did |
roam, |
|
G |
D |
G |
For these are my |
mountains |
and I'm going |
home. |
|
C |
G |
The stream by the road sings at |
my going |
by, |
|
C |
G |
D |
The |
birds overhead |
wing their welcoming |
cry; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
The bay where the |
gulls fly |
at last I can |
see, |
|
G |
D |
G |
It's here that my |
heart lies, |
it's here I'll be |
free. |
|
C |
G |
For these are my mountains and |
this is my |
glen, |
|
C |
G |
D |
The |
hills of my |
childhood will know me |
again; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
No land's ever |
claimed me |
though far I did |
roam, |
|
G |
D |
G |
For these are my |
mountains |
and I'm going |
home. |
|
C |
G |
Old faces will meet me and |
welcome me |
in, |
|
C |
G |
D |
How |
they will |
greet me, my old friends and |
kin; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
At night by the |
fireside |
old songs will be |
sung, |
|
G |
D |
G |
At last I'll be |
hearing |
my own mother |
tongue. |
|
C |
G |
For these are my mountains and |
this is my |
glen, |
|
C |
G |
D |
The |
hills of my |
childhood will know me |
again; |
|
G |
G7 |
C |
No land's ever |
claimed me |
though far I did |
roam, |
|
G |
D |
G |
For these are my |
mountains |
and I'm going |
home. |
|
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