Up That Hill by Patrick Godfrey Copyright Apparition Music Inc. 2012 SOCAN

Who is your mama? Where is your papa?
Do they know where you are tonight?
The stars are falling, the moon is calling.
No point in stalling, it's alright.

So much sorrow, so much heartache,
So much trouble in the world of men.
I think it's time we were walking,
Up that hill and around again.

O my dove in the clefts of the rock,
Let me hear you sing let me hear you talk.
Let me know your name, let me hear your song.
Spring is coming, soon the winter will be gone.

Don't want a new love, just want a true love,
Could be a blue love,
Is that you?
My heart is open, and I am hoping,
You get my message, am I coming through?

I give you:
Bright jewels in linen boxes,
Hail stones from the thunderhead,
Sweet grapes for your little foxes,
Spiced wine, honeycomb and apple bread.

Pillars of smoke rise in the distance
A caravan is moving through the wilderness,
With honey, milk and pomegranate,
Saffron, myrrh and frankincense,

I had a crazy feeling I was kneeling on the ceiling.
I was feeling like stealing away from all this.
Only to discover a message from my lover,
It was the breath of the moon
and the earth's cool kiss.

She said:
"Forget your fury, leave it to the jury.
They will discover why your mama cries.
They'll read the part again
About the darkened heart of men
About Mr. Kurtz and all his alibis."

You don't need glory
Just want to tell your story,
The fantasy, reality, the truth and the lies.
The rumbles, the mumbles, the fumbles, the stumbles,
Fall like a stone see how the white dove flies.

I saw the rose of Sharon float by on the boat of Charon,
The streets were barren and wet that night.
But here come Lily of the Valley,
She's laughing in the alley,
The hind and the roe,
They're dancing with delight..they're singing:

"Hello, Hello, it is us calling…
We are stoned cold lonely trying to catch a ride.
This star snow fine as dust is falling.
Peeped through your window, but no one was inside…"

Moody river, I caught your deadly scheme
Like those bright trout up on the Waubashene
But my hook is original I took it from the pigeonhole,
As I was flying from the sadness in this waking dream.

Farewell my guardian angel, farewell to the bold spitfire
Farewell to those crazy nights on Lowther,
and Annie Laidlaw, never knew you very well!

Farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell my holiest light.
It's changed, so bright now!
The pain is over and the river is in sight.

So rock me, don't you try to stop me, or block me,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
I think it's time we were walking
Up that hill, going around again,
Up that hill, going around again.