Up On The Hillside testo
Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine
Over the mountain I can hear myself called I want to come running but my window’s too small The cliffs are so high and I might fall What were you saying? — oh, it’s nothing at all
Yes, the world’s in convulsions and the weather is fine Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime I must get going, you know, there’s not much time The road is waiting and I’m running out of rhyme Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine
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