Hillside Wool Songtext
von Hutch

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Dinnerplate walkway,
Roof blue painting turning grey,
Freshly picked for every meal,
Daisies found in every field,
Arriving, raised eyebrows,
But smiling, they′re here now.


Stood there, under spell,
Drooping branch leans into to tell,
Those who make homes on the hill,
Those who walk make you seem still,
Arriving, raised eyebrows,
But smiling, they're here now,
Arriving, raised eyebrows,
But smiling, they′re here now.

Strangers on the hill brow,
Don't know where to be or go now,
Are they sorry,
If they scare the Hillside Wool?