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Home from the Hill

from Home from the Hill by Bill White

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Sometimes a man wants to sleep in his own bed
No matter how lonely it might be
Bring me a blanket before I collapse
on a wave in the white sea
Find a key for this can of tinned fish
I dont want to touch anything wet
We'll meet on the street of the seven moons
When you see the morning sun set
On the river of no regrets

chorus: Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter
Home from the hill
do not go gentle
Into that good night
Until Your days are fulfilled
and you are ready
to come home from the hill

This is gonna hurt
and it wont make you better
This is gonna burn
but it won't leave a scar
Their gonna hammer your throat with an ice pick
Then they will bring you champagne and cigars
So send my clothes up North to be buried
then wash my blood off the wall
We'll meet on the street of seven moons
We'll watch the starlight fall
Onto the river of no recall

Repeat chorus

They shouted our names in the shadows
And we took our place in the mist
There was cold food on an dusty table
And an old broken watch on my wrist
I saw you in your birthday sweater
By the tree where the leaves never turn
I'll meet you on the street of seven moons
We will watch the wildflowers burn
On the river of no return
Repeat chorus

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from Home from the Hill, released November 1, 2017

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