Chimney tops roof tops
higher than tree tops
I stood there on a hill
Sky blue slate blue cold
as the wind blew leaves
that never stay still
Buildings jagged and clustered
I remained unflustered
People are strolling
cars only rolling down
man-made paths of grey stone
Children larking
dogs sometimes barking
break sleep of old folk alone
Church organ
choir sing hymn life
Sunday eve quarter past five
These are observations
from a hill
Towers and flowers
phone lines and road signs
All these things come to view
I look to the valley
and there by a shalley
suddenly I see it's you
You're beckoning me to follow
Maybe I'll come down tomorrow
These are observations
from a hill