Observations from a Hill Lyrics
| Song | Observations from a Hill |
| Artist | Family |
| Album | Family Entertainment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
| tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
| Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
| blew leaves that never stay still | |
| Buildings jagged and clustered | |
| I remained unflustered. | |
| People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
| down man made paths of grey stone | |
| Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
| barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
| Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
| Sunday eve quarter past five | |
| These are my observations from a hill | |
| Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
| All these things come to view | |
| I look to the valley and there by a | |
| shalley suddenly I see it's you | |
| Beckoning me to follow | |
| Maybe I'll come down tomorrow. | |
| These are my observations from a hill. |
| zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
| tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
| Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
| blew leaves that never stay still | |
| Buildings jagged and clustered | |
| I remained unflustered. | |
| People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
| down man made paths of grey stone | |
| Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
| barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
| Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
| Sunday eve quarter past five | |
| These are my observations from a hill | |
| Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
| All these things come to view | |
| I look to the valley and there by a | |
| shalley suddenly I see it' s you | |
| Beckoning me to follow | |
| Maybe I' ll come down tomorrow. | |
| These are my observations from a hill. |
| zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
| J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
| Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
| tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
| Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
| blew leaves that never stay still | |
| Buildings jagged and clustered | |
| I remained unflustered. | |
| People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
| down man made paths of grey stone | |
| Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
| barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
| Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
| Sunday eve quarter past five | |
| These are my observations from a hill | |
| Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
| All these things come to view | |
| I look to the valley and there by a | |
| shalley suddenly I see it' s you | |
| Beckoning me to follow | |
| Maybe I' ll come down tomorrow. | |
| These are my observations from a hill. |
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