Away

Woe, that I were to die on this land;
If I were to be laid to rest in this soil;
Then my soul would never be at peace.

Where the hills become peaks,
To the place where Earth touches sky,
That is where I want to be;
That is where I belong.

And to my final hour I will long for it;
Every day I look to the distant mountains.
I want to climb to the tops and see the masterpiece God has created,
I want to rest in its valleys, protected.

I want to go home.