Druid Hill

Woke, I was on the hill Laid down with the old black crows Wrapped up in cerebral storms Living beneath my clothes Songs calling me from the land Hope nobody ever heard I stand in the field alone Spinning to be unsure On the hill Voices conceal On the hill All that is real Sat, legs crossed around my heart Our baby growing weak While I found the path back home Lost it inside of me In time I could find the steps Been traveling much too long Our thoughts from the mountainside I've fallen there in his arms On the hill Voices conceal On the hill All that is real On the hill On the hill On the hill On the hill