We've left our homes,
for the dusty road,
though it weighed us down,
to go.

Now, see, burning in the sun,
fire in our bellies.

Today ate us up,
and never chewed.
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you.

The change that we don't see,
is happening to me
though you are watching.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.


It is green, it is damp,
by the burning lamp,
of the woods, of the hills,
of our homes.

Oh, how I long, for the things I have,
for the burden I don't own.

Do I know, how to please your head
pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back.

the day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.

Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.


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  • +1
    General CommentLots of incorrect lyrics in this, not to mention its called "Hill of our home".
    Here's how I hear it..

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    We've left our homes
    For the dusty road
    Though it weighed us down
    To go

    Now, see, we're burning in the sun
    Fire in our bellies

    Today ate us up
    And never chewed
    Though we still roll along this hill

    The change that we don't see
    Is happening to me
    Though you are watching

    It is cold, it is dark
    In the big black heart
    Of the wood, of the hill
    Of our home

    We are out of our depth
    And our width and breadth
    We are out of the pan
    and the fire

    It is green, it is damp
    By the burning lamp
    Of the woods, of the hills
    Of our home

    Oh, how I long, for the things I have
    For the burden I don't own

    Do I know, how to please your head
    Pour the contents back, when you're spilling from my bed

    The day is worn, and the spark won't come
    New sore in my chest

    It is cold, it is dark
    In the big black heart
    Of the wood, of the hill
    Of our home

    We are out of our depth
    And our width and breadth
    We are out of the pan
    And the fire

    Oh, you, the husband of the wife
    I know you are watching
    Oh, you, the husband of the wife
    I know you are watching
    cheekolion March 11, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti love this song...the sitar solo is wonderful. i'm still iffy on what it all means...maybe young people trying to break away and leave home. Their parents aren't helping them, but just watching them leave and waiting for them to fail.

    just a thought...
    clairvoyanceon April 11, 2007   Link

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