Across the Hills Songtext
von The Ian Campbell Folk Group
Across the Hills Songtext
Across the hills black clouds are sweeping
Carrying poison far and wide
And the grass has blackened underfoot
And the rose has withered and died
But the rose is still as red, love
and the grass is still as green
And it must have been a shadow in the distance you have seen
Yes it must have been a shadow you have seen
Can′t you hear the children weeping
Can't you hear the mournful sound
No birds sing in the twisted trees
In the silent streets around
I can hear the children laughing in the streets as they play
And you must have caught the dying of an echo far away Yes it must have been an echo far away
Can′t you see the white ash falling
From the hollow of the skies
And the blood runs red down the blackened walls
Where a ruined city lies
I can see the red sun shining in the park on the stream
And you must have felt the shiver from the darkness of a dream
Yes it must have been the darkness of a dream
And death shall reap a hellish harvest
Make a desert of the land
But the rose is still as red, love
and the grass is still as green
And It must have been a shadow you have seen.
Carrying poison far and wide
And the grass has blackened underfoot
And the rose has withered and died
But the rose is still as red, love
and the grass is still as green
And it must have been a shadow in the distance you have seen
Yes it must have been a shadow you have seen
Can′t you hear the children weeping
Can't you hear the mournful sound
No birds sing in the twisted trees
In the silent streets around
I can hear the children laughing in the streets as they play
And you must have caught the dying of an echo far away Yes it must have been an echo far away
Can′t you see the white ash falling
From the hollow of the skies
And the blood runs red down the blackened walls
Where a ruined city lies
I can see the red sun shining in the park on the stream
And you must have felt the shiver from the darkness of a dream
Yes it must have been the darkness of a dream
And death shall reap a hellish harvest
Make a desert of the land
But the rose is still as red, love
and the grass is still as green
And It must have been a shadow you have seen.
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