On the Hill
New things may bring new love
that’s something I won’t doubt
The thought is one I’m hoping of
I need another start
The old love must now be dead
I’m more sure of it each day
Still I remember what she said
things can’t end this way
Things can’t end without me knowing
if she might like me still
Love can’t cease with her going
like a tigress over the hill
But see no doubt she is gone
from the crest of the hill there is silence
Broken, weary, the life can’t go on
then why find hope in the wind?
