The lights and shadows fly
Yonder it brightens and darkens
Down on the plain
A jewel, a jewel dear to lovers eye
Oh is it the brook, or a pool
Or her window pane
When the winds are up in the morning?
Clouds that are rising above
O winds and lights and shadows
That cannot be still
All running on one way to
The home of my love
All running on
And I stand in the slope of the hill
And the winds are up in the morning!
Follow, I follow the chase
And my thoughts are as quick, are as quick running on, running on
O Lights, are you flying over her sweet little face?
And my heart is there before you are come and gone
And my heart is there before you are come and gone
When the winds are up in the morning
Follow them down the slope
And I follow them down to the window pane of my dear
Oh it brightens and darkens and brightens like my hope
It darkens and brightens and darkens like my fear
When the winds are up in the morning!
When the winds are up in the morning!
On the Hill was written by Arthur Sullivan & Alfred Lord Tennyson.