Hill At Our Home

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