Mist Covered Mountains...Traditional (my fav. version - Bill Jones)

There shall I see the place of my birth.
And they'll give me a welcome, the warmest on earth.
So loving and kind, full of music and mirth,
In he sweet sounding language of home.

O, roe, soon shall I see them,
O, roe, see them, oh see them.
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home

there I'll converse with my warm hearted mother
and play a few tunes with my white headed father
Light is my heart as I turn my steps nearer
The Mist covered mountains of home

O, roe, soon shall I see them,
O, roe, see them, oh see them.
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home

There shall I gaze on the mountains again.
and the fields, and the woods, and the birds in the glen.
With people of courage beyond human ken
In the warmths of the day I shall roam.

O, roe, soon shall I see them,
O, roe, see them, oh see them.
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue
and the glens with their meadows of sunlight and dew.
To the women and the men ever faithful and true,
Ever ready to welcome you home

O, roe, soon shall I see them,
O, roe, see them, oh see them.
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home