Hill Of Our Home

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 the home

We are out of our depth

And our width and breadth

We are out of the pan

In the fire

It is green, it is damp

By the burning lamp

Of the woods, of the hills

Of the 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 the home

We are out of our depth

And our width and breadth

We are out of the pan

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