.

Won't you come with

Me
Little child

"

the hills are alive


""

Won't you

Come with me

Past the misery

And the pain we deny

"

We

Aren't really

Even

Here at all

)(

We try to fool

Each other

With

Tales

Of love


That really don't


Matter


•


Come away

With me
Little

One


•


To the hills


Let us live

( or die )

With some sense of

Honor


•••

We wonder if we are loved

Because

It really doesn't matter

//

It doesn't matter

Cause we're not really here at all

.