Beautiful Hills.

The beautiful hills, the beautiful hills,
Watching in the looming sky,
They stand tall, silent and still,
If they could talk, would they lie?

The hills are silent but echo,
By wind and rolling force,
Seen by our ancestors long ago,
To witness history in its course.

We the echoes soon will speak,
Off the hallowed ground walls,
The salvation we forever seek,
As our echoes are heard by all.