A western Americana song from 1925
Words by Floride Calhoun
Music by Oscar J. Fox
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- My prairie home is beautiful, but oh
I miss the broken skyline that I know
I look in vain for rivers and for lakes
But over all my heart at sunset aches
For hills of home, the hills of home - The everlasting hills, how firm they stand
Their mighty summits braced, a Titan band
Uplifting hoary foreheads to the blast
When Indian summer’s golden glow is past
Oh, hills of home, the hills of home - I know them, love them, see them once again
Their cloudy summits veiled in misty rain
Or softly, dimly blue, or capped with snow
I’m homesick for you, mountains that I know
Oh, hills of home, the hills of home
Oh, hills, the hills of home
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: