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Hill At Our Home Lyrics
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.
for the dusty road,
though it weighed us down,
to go.
fire in our bellies.
and never chewed.
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you.
is happening to me
though you are watching.
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.
by the burning lamp,
of the woods, of the hills,
of our homes.
for the burden I don't own.
pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back.
No saw, in the chest.
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.
I know you are watching.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
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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
i 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...