I'm homesick for my hills again
My hills again!
To see above the Severn plain
Unscabbarded against the sky
The blue high blade of Cotswold lie
The giant clouds go royally
By jagged Malvern with a train of shadows.
Where the land is low
Like a huge imprisoning O
I hear a heart that's sound and high,
I hear the heart within me cry:
I'm homesick for my hills again
My hills again!
Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!
My hills again!