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I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
I am Dreaming of the Mountains of My Home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
Of the mountains What in childhood I woold roam
I have dwelt 'neath southern skies
I have Dwelt 'Neath Southern Skies
Where the summer never dies
What the Summer Never Dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my home
But my heart is in the mountains of my home


I can see the little homestead on the hill
I Can See The Little Homestead on the Hill
I can hear the charming music of the river
I can hear the charming of music of the river
There is nothing to compare
There is not compare
With the love that once was there
With the love that once was the
In that lonely little homestead on the hill
In that Lonely Little Homestead on the Hill


I can see the quiet churchyard down below
I Can See Quiet Churchyard Down Below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
Were the Mountain Breezes Wander to and Fro
And when God my soul will keep
And when My Soul Will Keep
It is there I want to sleep
It is the i Want to Sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago
With Those Dear Old Folks that Loved Me Long Ago


Русский перевод (thanks to Zarina Kozlov)
Russian Translation.


Часто снятся мне те горы, где мой дом,
Often I dream of those mountains where my house,
Где я в детстве с каждым был знаком холмом.
Where in childhood I was familiar with a hill.
Жил под южным небом я
I lived under the southern sky I
В лета вечного краях,
In the summer of the eternal region,
Только сердце в тех горах и в доме том
Only the heart in those mountains and in the house Tom


Вижу сердцем милый домик на холме,
I see a cute house on a hill with my heart,
И мелодия реки звучит во мне
And the melody of the river sounds in me
Не сравнится ничего
Nothing can compare
с нежностью, теплом его
With tenderness, warm
Того маленького дома на холме
That little house on a hill


В тихий двор церковный веет ветер с гор...
In a quiet courtyard, the church blows the wind from the mountains ...
Когда душу призовет к Себе мой Бог
When my God calls for the soul
Я б хотел покой найти ,
I would like to find peace
Где родные старики
Where are the old old people
Кто любил меня еще с тех давних пор
Who has loved me since then
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