Sometimes on a warm autumn afternoon while sitting alone on a wooded hilltop, one can hear the distant drums and smell the campfires cooking the bounty of the land for eons before progress came and changed everything to what it is now.
That's the life I miss when I venture out in fall to those now silent, ancient hilltops. But the leaves still rustle in the wind and the birds still sing. It's a happy time to be alive.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Kathy
That's the life I miss when I venture out in fall to those now silent, ancient hilltops. But the leaves still rustle in the wind and the birds still sing. It's a happy time to be alive.
Ron