Observations From A Hill Testo

Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than tree tops I stood there on a hillSky blue, slate blue cold as the wind blew leaves that never stay stillBuildings jagged and clusteredI remained unflusteredPeople are strolling, cars only rolling down man-made paths of grey stoneChildren larking, dogs sometimes barking, break sleep of old folk aloneChurch organ, choir sing hymn lifeSunday eve quarter past fiveThese are observations from a hillTowers and flowers, phone lines and road signsAll these things come to viewI look to the valley and there by a shalley suddenly I see it's youYou're beckoning me to followMaybe I'll come down tomorrowThese are observations from a hill