Beyond the hill There lies some land
Some fresh green land On which our home will stand
And when we walk Beyond the hill All that we'll ask
Is that our home stays still and strong
So we'll have time to see Each summer come and go
And time to dream and watch our children grow
And grow
No man will find His peace until
He builds a home That lies somewhere beyond the hill
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No man will find his peace until
He builds a home That lies somewhere beyond the hill
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