LIFE ON THE HILL
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where a life comes from,
Where a life goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
And if I can keep up with it
I'm still a man.
But if I stopped running
Wherever it blew
I should know that my life
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where a life goes . . .
But where a life comes from
Nobody knows.
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