On The Hills

On the hills where we sat down
You held my hand until the end,
Clouds were running to let the sun in
And I sang my way into your heart.

And I embodied upon my knees,
Let all the problems rest in peace.

On the hills where we sat down
You held my hand until the end.
Clouds were running to let the sun in
And I sang my way into your heart.

Trembled softly on the outfit,
And I constant grin will jump right in.
The moon came out, round and proud
And it’s sad alone, round and proud.

You never said pleasant dream,
Turning and turning like a wheel.