We never drove to Harlan br Over the ridges and through the high land. br br We never shared the dreams of Schubert’s Traumerei br Never enjoyed the Gehmütlichkeit of sweet Lorelei. br br We never got to breathe a Londonderry Air br Berean Hills was the place where we first made a pair. br br “A place on this earth that is dearer to me than br all of the cities of pleasure...... br Your high hills and mountain always on my mind..... br And when I turn homeward; ....my heart breaks in song”.