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These Hills


Today I walked out upon this land
Upon the hills of my father
The places of my childhood
Today I walked out upon this land

My mother prayed here so long ago
In these hills of my memory
In these valleys
These valleys of remembrance
My mother prayed here so long ago

God made these hills
And He remembers
Why He made these hillls
And I remember
That He made these hills

My father worked these ancient fields
The furrows still remain
He planted and he reaped
My father worked these ancient fields

It's been so long since I've been here
And stood upon this hill
And watched the setting sun
It's been way too long, my Lord

God made these hills
And He remembers
Why He made these hillls
And I remember
That He made these hills

Yes, Lord I hear Your voice
As my mother did, as my mother did
Yes, Lord I hear Your voice
And as my father listened to You
As he stood where I'm standing

God made these hills
And He remembers
Why He made these hillls
And I remember
That He made these hills

God made these hills
And He remembers
Why He made these hillls
And I remember
That He made these hills

God made these hills
And He remembers
Why He made these hillls
And I remember
That He made these hills
These hills

For me
For me

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