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The Green Hills of Galloway ©


Ian McCrae
Sydney, Australia
2001

Let me walk through the glens
And the valleys so green,
Let me walk through the mountains
Where the air is so clean.

Let me watch the sunrise
Far out on the sea,
Let me hear the birds singing
Once more, just for me.

Let me walk by the Solway
Where the smugglers once roamed,
Let me visit the caves
The smugglers called home.

Let me walk through the heather
Out on the moors,
Let me walk on the byways
Or, by the seashore.

Let me walk by the river
That runs to the sea,
Let the name of that river
Be, The River Cree.

Let me walk through the mist
Where my family once roamed,
Let the green hills of Galloway
Always be called, My Home.


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