Observations from a Hill

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Chimney tops, rooftops, higher than tree tops
I stood there on a hill
Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind blew
Leaves that never stay still
Buildings jagged and clustered
I remain unflustered

[Verse 2]
People are strolling, cars only rolling
Down man-made paths of grey stone
Children are larking, dogs sometimes barking
Break sleep of old folk alone
Church organ, choir sing hymn life
Sunday eve quarter past five

[Chorus]
These are observations from a hill

[Instrumental verse]

[Verse 3]
Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs
All these things come to view
I look to the valley, and there by a chalet
Suddenly I see it's you
You're beckoning me to follow
Maybe I'll come down tomorrow

[Chorus]
These are observations from a hill

[Outro]