High Hill - David Wilcox

I walk the High Hill tonight

It stands behind the town

It was golden in the autumn sky

As the sun was going down

I could not stay to answer

The man who rang my telephone

Cause when I hear the High Hill calling

I have to go alone

I climb alone the winding trail

Leave the town below

I wrap my woven blanket round me Up here the wind can blow

The brighter stars come peeking through

A canopy of branches high

Out across the town lights glistening

I think I’m gonna fly

I am looking down from High Hill

I am looking down

On my four walls

In my small town

High

I’m standing high in windy dark

Above this amber glow

Glistening sea of shining lights

A half a mile below

And somewhere on that shining sea

A tiny light I call my own

I feel like I been too long sailing

I finally made it home

I am looking down from High Hill

I am looking down

My dream’s been found

In my old home town

I am looking down from High Hill

I am looking down from High Hill

I am looking down from high

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