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
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