I’d been told
That there was gold
To be found in them there hills
Bright blue skies and Apple pies
Cooling on window sills
Then I got older
The days got colder
And the hills just got farther away
Tired bones hearts of stone
This life just isn’t my day
So riddle me this
Spare me your kiss
Just tell me what I’m doing here
I’m alone on this hill. Standing, still
And my view just isn’t as clear