Mist Covered Mountains


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Oh, roe, soon shall I see them, oh, hee-roe, see them, oh see them.
Oh, roe, soon shall I see them, the mist covered mountains of home!

There shall I visit the place of my birth. They'll give me a welcome
the warmest on earth. So loving and kind, full of music and mirth,
the sweet sounding language of home.

There shall I gaze on the mountains again. On the fields, and the
hills, and the birds in the glen. With people of courage beyond human
ken! In the haunts of the deer I will roam.

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue! To the glens with their
meadows of sunshine and dew. To the women and the men ever constant and
true, ever ready to welcome one home!