Upon the hill

 Up on the hill

That is where you'll find me,

Mowing the grass

With my head in the clouds

It isn't hard to find me

Upon the hill,

Where the squirrels screech, the crows squark

And buzzards and hawks breech the blue open sky

On days like these

Up on the hill the road inclines

The heat just climbs

But cool air blows through

The pines

Upon on the hill

I can hear somebody talk

It could be a neighbour about his work

It could be a horse who neighs at a stork

Or a cow who ploughs the land

A sheep who calls for her lamb

Or a cat that meows below the bows

Of the cider apple trees

Upon the hill where the thunder clouds roll

Like God's avenging soul

Like breath in boiling bubbles

And drums that beat their warning

Upon the hill in the night or early morning

When the stars beam out like traffic lights

That say go fly, then the vast emptiness awaits you

And all in the blink of an eye

Where the rain falls in buckets

And the chickens peck and the bee sucks it

And the forest flowers are burning in the arms

of the enchanted love of a life that's lost

To a time that's past