Woke, I was on the hill
Laid down with the old black crows
Wrapped up in cerebral storms
Living beneath my clothes
Songs calling me from the land
Hope nobody ever heard
I stand in the field alone
Spinning to be unsure
On the hill
Voices conceal
On the hill
All that is real
Sat, legs crossed around my heart
Our baby growing weak
While I found the path back home
Lost it inside of me
In time I could find the steps
Been traveling much too long
Our thoughts from the mountainside
I've fallen there in his arms
On the hill
Voices conceal
On the hill
All that is real
On the hill
On the hill
On the hill
On the hill