The Hills of Yesterday
Henry Nicola Mancini, Paul Francis Webster
Once we strolled the hills of yesterday
We are young in those hills far away
Through the good times and bad, my heart is very glad
That you and I once shared a dream so long ago
Autumn ends, a willow bends with snow
But, wherever you are, I must go
Take me back, once again, to the hills of yesterday
Where you first stole my heart away
Through the good times and bad, my heart is very glad
That you and I once shared a dream so long ago
Autumn ends, a willow bends with snow
But, wherever you are, I must go
Take me back once again to the hills of yesterday
Where you first stole my heart away
