I do not know which way to turn
The right, the left seem equal roads
The answer cloaked in mystery

Makes it hard to trust in things unseen
But the hills keep rolling
And the wind keeps blowing
And you keep holding me tight
The high hour seems far away
I can't move myself to try again
Then you tell me trying's not the key
No wonder I am weeping
But the hills keep rolling

And the wind keeps blowing

And you keep holding me tight

I dreamt about your loving arms
Soothing all my careless scars
I wake up to a brighter dawn
And realize my longings point me home
But the hills keep rolling
And the wind keeps blowing
And you keep holding
And the hills keep rolling
And the wind keeps blowing
And you keep holding holding holding