Listen to the echo on the hill
Coming your way
It's decaying fast
The sound of yesterday
Listen to the echo on the hill
That lonesome whine
Like the rocks and rails or the crops at harvest time
Like the swelling rush of water when the creeks are getting high
Or the wind that comes sweeping up the mountain
A familiar craze, a midnight blaze that permeates the horizon
Listen to the echo on the hill
It's going away
And we'll soon be washed in the light of a new day
Listen to the echo on the hill
It never lets down
It's the sound of home as you drift from town to town
From the cozy little hollow to the big city shore
You can ramble all around and back again
But the vibrations will follow you just like an old long lost friend
Listen to the echo on the hill
When you hear its ring
Bring it home to one and all
One and all
Listen, listen, listen to the echo on the hill
