we three hills we get our thrills
watching mountains grow and valleys fill
rain becomes rivers, lakes from melted snow
tiny little seeds from which great trees grow
sky has always been here, the sun always comes
except for that time, when we jumped the gun
we have seen the others, who died in haste
when there are so many hungry and so much to waste
the earth spins in cycles, famine and feast
time for all men, time for all beasts
soon the world will crumble and we will have to swim
in the crystal clear waters that the three hills kept in