The Distant Hills Upon the horizon, The hills rise and fall, Soft curves kissed by distance, Where dreams live and wander — A journey of the soul, Into the depths of wonder, Each rise a heartbeat, Each valley a sigh.
- R E D Evans
The Distant Hills Upon the horizon, The hills rise and fall, Soft curves kissed by distance, Where dreams live and wander — A journey of the soul, Into the depths of wonder, Each rise a heartbeat, Each valley a sigh.