Story Behind The Song

My brother followed his dream (his bliss): he returned to the region he loved to indulge his passion for the earth.

Song Description

One man'sdream

Lyrics

He left the corporate sector with its spectre of greed.
And wended his way westward to fulfill a long felt need.
And the moment he say the foothills of the coastal range he knew
In coming home to Oregon he'd come home to all that's true.
In the land of his grandfathers
Where the fir's the familiar tree,
He'd buy a piece of the coastal range
And set his wild heart free,
In THE RED HILLS, THE RED HILLS,
THE RED HILLS OF DUNDEE.

For his dream lay in these foothills where conditions are
Finest in the world for making pinot noir.
And his dream was of a vineyard where on some sunny day
Grapes that ripen slowly exude bliss and bouquet
In the land of his grandfathers
Where he's always longed to be,
He bought a piece of the coastal range
And set his wild heart free,
In THE RED HILLS, THE RED HILLS,
THE RED HILLS OF DUNDEE.

Now he looks out on these foothills, the Willamette Valley below,
Two snow caps on the horizon, the tender vines that grow.
And the moment he sees the vineyard is finally on its way,
He gives thanks to the sweet earth for all she's done this day.
In the land of his grandfathers
Where the fir's the familiar tree,
He bought a piece of forever
And set his wild heart free
In THE RED HILLS, THE RED HILLS,
THE RED HILLS OF DUNDEE.