Hills of Yatan (Graeme Miles) 1. There were shepherd's walks and drovers trods Across the hills of yatan through squelchy mire and clotty bogs Across the hills of Yatan. Chorus: And when the heather's in full bloom And the wind blows through the bracken It's then I think of me one true love As I walk the hills of Yatan. 2. There sheep graze by the drystone wall Across the hills of Yatan And the curlew's cry and the red groose call Across the hills of Yatan. 3. Oh will we ever walk again, Across the hills of Yatan In summer's sun or winter's rain, Across the hills of yatan. copyright Graeme Miles From the singing of the Wilson Family on record, first heard from Caroline Paton, at Indian Neck, 1985 DC
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