Aegypt

Sunkissed Hills in Winter's beams
Shady glens by woodland springs
Pastures sweet with morning dew
Quiet streams a runnin' through

On the hill I sit and watch
The squirrel, the deer, the majestic hawk
Walking home, I see her wait
To welcome me through heaven's gate

The Northern Cross upon her rests
I lay upon her damp cool breast
And gaze into the stars above
That shine upon this land I love