Crescent Hill Songtext
von Ry Cox

Nights with the windows open
Trains through the trees
Bare bones from the winter
Slowly reawakening

Somehow my heart responds to
Spring in Tennessee
Like it has always lived here
And sense is memory


Like how when Crescent Hill
Is wrapped in morning fog
I feel it thinly veils
The land where I come from

How sunlight on the lake
In Southern Oregon
Is the look of a lover′s face
I glimpsed when I was young

Hauntingly familiar
Never seen before
Like looking in a mirror
Into another world