The hills sing to me,
And I hear them telling me,
Of a story so pretty,
In the echo of valley
They stand still and strong,
As they sing this naive song,
I see them stand,
From a faraway land
They seem so clean and white,
Shining, pure and bright
They stand with all their might,
It’s a poetic gift to my sight
I feel there’s a chill,
But it’s still so warm in here,
In this blissful valley,
It is just so calm in here
Then the hills sing to me,
And I hear them telling me,
A story that turns dirty,
In this echo of valley
As I go closer,
And I take a look deeper,
I see there’s just darkness,
Inside this frozen whiteness
Where’s the warmth, it’s just so cold
Someone came and took hold,
Of their spirit, the bliss,
And wrecked their soul I was told
They’re still white,
But no longer bright
They’re still white,
But nothing’s all right
They only keep asking me,
Who am I?
What’s my creed?
What’s my breed?
Then they speak to me,
And I hear them telling me,
A story that turns dirty,
In this echo of valley
I hear echoes, every night,
Sounds of cries,
Sound of pain,
And of fight
It’s a fight where no one wins,
It’s a fight where evil grins
It’s just a game,
A game of poker
Where every soul,
Becomes, the loser
They seem still alive,
But there is no life inside,
Like held up in a prison
Waiting to flee away and run
The hills sing to me,
And I hear them asking me,
Can the story turn pretty?
In this echo of valley
Follow what is right,
And forget the worthless fight
Let the echo carry,
Sounds of laughter and of might
Will they be, free and bright?
Will they shine, pure and white?
Can it happen?
Yes it might!
The hills sing to me,
And I hear them asking me,
Can the story turn pretty?
In this echo of valley
Will that day..ever come?
Will that day..ever come?