(written by Cindy Walker)

he hill country, the hill country of Texas.
The hill country, the country that I love.
Where wild wings fly above the peaceful valleys,
and the Pedernales
flows lazily beneath the Texas skies.

The hill country, the hill country of Texas.
It knew my folks, my family, and my friends.
The boy who rode his pony in the sunlight,
the man who prayed at midnight.
And gave him strength to carry on again.

And when
the night falls.
And when
my god calls.

Where wild wings fly above the peaceful valleys,
by the Pedernales.
Please let me sleep beneath the Texas sky.

And when
the night falls.
And when
my god calls.

Where wild wings fly above the peaceful valleys,
by the Pedernales.
Please let me sleep beneath the Texas sky.
Submitted By: Don Bush