Pennan Brae - Cross Those Hills

He sailed from the Highlands
South to Vera Cruz
Deep in the Brazilian heartland
Man of twenty-two
Up the coastline
North to Montreal
Leather bag upon his frame
Six foot one inch tall
Lived the way I want to
Freely without care
Rode the western railway
Wind rushing though his hair
East to West coast to coast
Where his best plans were laid
Yonder cross those hills
Where the spirit wills
Where I chase my thrills
Yonder cross those
He got some land
Worked it to the bone
Met a true love
There they made a home
Had a family
Three girls and no more
Warm welcome awaited
By his front porch unlocked door
Moved the way I want to
With a subtle grace
Hand extended
Warm smile on his face
Life of peace and joy and love
Is what true freedom seeks

I wonder when we’ll meet again
In a garden that you fondly tend
Share the laughter & smell the cashmere
As you press me tight against my tears
Yonder cross those hills
Where the spirit wills
Where I chase my thrills
Yonder cross those hills

Written by:
Robert Osmond

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