There ain't much that's left here that ain't all run down
Gone all the echoes of old familiar sound
Families are scattered, parted, and gone
Left a lot of good things to wither away back home
Can't you feel those hills around you?
Can't you feel that touch of home?
And don't you wish you'd never gone?
There are some things memories can't bring home
Hills of home, hills of home
Families scattered off and gone
These old hills that have been passed by
Well, they've seen their share of leavin' in their time
Old familiar dirt roads wind through the piney glade
Where all the longing of childhood dreams were made
Where we passed the mossy mounds where I could run and play
Never a care to cross my mind all the livelong day
Yes, they've seen their share of leavin' in their time