Lots of incorrect lyrics in this, not to mention its called "Hill of our home". Here's how I hear it..
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
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
Lots of incorrect lyrics in this, not to mention its called "Hill of our home". Here's how I hear it..
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