A Song for the Hills and You
I see your eyes in
The hills outside
They look at me and
We talk for awhile
You know I'm dying
Out in the cold
I don't know
If I'll ever go home
I see your hands in
The creek as it flows
Towards an island
Where we can watch the time go
But I know
I can't wait to grow old
The hills outside
They look at me and
We talk for awhile
You know I'm dying
Out in the cold
I don't know
If I'll ever go home
I see your hands in
The creek as it flows
Towards an island
Where we can watch the time go
But I know
I can't wait to grow old
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Norcross
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