Over the Hills

Awake in the morning after a night spend under the stars
Cup of coffee; and she's yawning
As I wipe the dust of the night from my eyes
Before we make our way
Over twisted roots and broken branches hanging over the road
Always tearing at our shirts
And the hounds of responsibility snapping at our heels

We sing our songs and go
Where we'll never be found
Over the hill with my darling
And I'll float higher than the clouds
And I'll fall like rain down your window

Across the country like a scene from one of those books
You meant to read but you never did
All those things left at the back of your mind
The perfect place to settle down
Spread some roots and plant a garden out the back
Rosemary and potatoes
But our past comes back to haunt us and so we make our move

Wherever you are is home



Credits
Writer(s): Ciar Ronan Nixon
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