Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than tree tops I stood there on a hill Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind blew Leaves that never stay still Buildings jagged and clustered I remained unflustered
People are strolling, cars only rolling Down man made paths of grey stone Children are larking, dogs sometimes barking Break sleep of old folk alone Church organ, choir sing hymn life Sunday eve quarter past five These are observations from a hill
Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs All these things come to view I look to the valley and there by a shalley Suddenly I see it's you You're beckoning me to follow Maybe I'll come down tomorrow These are observations from a hill
