Where the birds in the treetops
To the land of my birthplace,
on the old flat rock hills
To that old familiar coast
and the valleys and dells
To the gay garden parties
Where the happy boys and girls
they turn out for the thrills
Just to roam and to stroll
on the old flat -rock hills
From the big river bridge
To enjoy the village dances
To the merry sounds of laughter
It's among my happy memories
on the old flat -rod hills
Oh, the scenes they have changed
but that old bridge still stands
It's the same as when we strolled
With its old stone foundation
on the old flat rock hills
It's the land of my birthplace,
Down there I've got friends
to see her valleys and dells
on the old flat rock hills
Now your sons and your daughters,
they have sailed o 'er the sea
In search of some adventure
its pleasures and thrills,
But their hearts they left behind them
on the old flat rock hills,
Yes, their hearts they left behind them
on the old flat rock hills.