The Hill

The hill is watching us
A path dug in the ground
Spreading dust
Strange houses, lying underground

Waiting for the Virgin Mary
To appear on a wall
Winter snow and a Christmas party
Drumming on saucepans, one and all
Strawberry jam on toast
A hole in the biscuits
Every night, the fear of ghosts
Look, we were just kids
Now the sun is sinking down

Cigarettes in the forest
Fire flooding the hill
Coal, the coal hole
You know what I mean
Now the sun is sinking down

My sad heart feels older
And my memory's full of regrets

Could I seek to live again
Could I forget without regrets



Credits
Writer(s): Philippe Barbosa
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