Oh ro soon shall I see them; Oh he ro see them oh see them. Oh ro soon shall I see them the Mist covered mountains of home. There shall I visit the place of my birth And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth All so loving and kind full of music and mirth, In the sweet sounding language of home. Oh ro soon shall I see them; Oh he ro see them oh see them. Oh ro soon shall I see them the Mist covered mountains of home. Hail to the mountains with summits of blue, To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew. To the women and men ever constant and true, Ever ready to welcome one home. Oh ro soon shall I see them; Oh he ro see them oh see them. Oh ro soon shall I see them the Mist covered mountains of home.