The Hill

S. Scott ã 2005, BMI      The Hill 1.mp3

The young at heart, raga-muffins, Children of the valley, didn’t know our skins

Captivating place, Eden of our own, Could enter daily, short walk from home

Little Jane and Tarzan climbing in the trees, Swinging from the vines, laughter on the breeze

Building secret camp with bamboo frame, Earthen floor, banana leaf roof, high on the Hill

CH. Fresh water in the stream to drink (when the sun was hot)

Ripe fruit to eat (pick it from the tree)

Life buzzing all around (parrots, butterflies)

Boas, monkeys in the trees, guppies in the stream (for free)

Agile as a goat, runnin’ without fear, Feet tough leather never had a care

Rivals searched in vain for our jungle shack, Nestled in seclusion further off the track

Evening bath, eat and sleep, could hardly wait, Climb the Hill tomorrow, time to recreate

Hours hurried by, older we would grow, Never could forget, life on the Hill

CH. 

Kids to-day we say, don’t have what we did, Beauty that surrounded has been denied

Thinking ‘bout those times clear as yesterday, We woke to a sound, filled us with dismay

Strange new creature had arrived, under cover of the dark, Yellow, loud, belching smoke, hungry as a shark

Jaws of steel ate everything, standing in its way, Development had come to town...