At the Foot of the Hill

At the foot of the hill there's a house where I live
It's abandoned in cold, yes it never got sold
I remember so well all the time that we spend
How the first cigarette, nearly choked us to death

In the yard at the back, there's a tree I call Jack
Is where I first kissed a girl, I remember her apparel
She tasted so sweet, her soft lips melted on mine
I wish I could go back in time

Lay me down, lay me down
In the yard at the back of the house
At the foot of the hill
Lay me down, lay me down
In the yard at the back of the house
At the foot of the hill

We were like two different candles on the same chandelier
As long as you keep on burning, they won't break into tears
I will listen to all your stories, if you want I will tell you mine
Over several cups of coffee, in the evening a glass of wine

Lay me down, lay me down
In the yard at the back of the house
At the foot of the hill
Lay me down, lay me down

So courageous like the sun
No unravelling, unravelling 'til all the raging is done
Got the answers for your questions
Hell's unravelling, unravelling 'til all the raging is done

Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
In the yard at the back of the house
At the foot of the hill