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Rolling Green Hills

Rolling green hills
Call out to me,
I long to go there
My soul set free.

I want to sit on the hill
And watch the waves roll in,
My soul knocks on the door
As if to say,"Let me in."

The bagpipes let out
The haunting call,
It leads the way
Ne'er to let me fall.

I hope to one day
Walk along the beach,
And to feel the soft sand
Beneath my feet.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2004

I am talking about Scotland and Ireland. My ancestors come from there. My heart longs to go home.

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