I just received a letter from my home in Ireland
The scribble so familiar was my mother's feeble hand
A house that rang with music and of laughter now is still
Dear Danny, it's so lonely now among the Wheatlow hills
As I gaze across the mountains, I relive that moment's joy
Those same old Wheatlow mountains where you rambled as a boy
Your photo as a child, that picture's by your bedroom sill
And each night I pray that you'll come back home among the Wheatlow hills
Do you remember long ago when summer you would stroll
Down where the crystal fountain meets the Slaney waters flow
You recall a young companion who talks about you still
And you know who she's waiting to among the Wheatlow hills
As I gaze across the mountains, I relive that moment's joy
Those same old Wheatlow mountains where you rambled as a boy
Your photo as a child, that picture's by your bedroom sill
And each night I pray that you'll come back home among the Wheatlow hills
And each night I pray that you'll come back home among the Wheatlow hills
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