The Hills on the Border

Oh, the hills on the border 'Bout this time of the year When the mists seem to gather In the valley of your fears And you walk through that valley As day turns to night Is there something in the shadow Or the failing of the light? I was walking home last evening When perhaps I should have ran From a darkening of shadows In the shape of a man It said, "Talk to me, stranger Or may I call you brother? Let us make our way together From this place to another" I don't carry any weapon I don't carry any staff But I'll carry half your burden 'Til your journey's cut in half Let me sharе of your burden The lifetimе you will carve And the gravestone that you carry Will be a burden halved He sat down by the roadside As the mists they gathered 'round Takes some cards from his pocket That he spreads upon the ground He said, "This card is a woman You will love but not possess And this card's a man you'll murder But you'll never confess" I don't carry any weapon I don't carry any staff But I'll carry half your burden 'Til your journey's cut in half Let me share of your burden This lifetime you will carve And the gravestone that you carry Will be a burden halved I said, "Why should I trust you? Or the cards that you have thrown? I don't know you from the Devil And this burden is my own" He said, "I have the gift of secrets From our Father, little brother Let us make our way together From this world to another" Oh, the hills on the border 'Bout this time of the year When the mists seem to gather In the valley of your fears And you walk through that valley Your coat around your ears As you walk to the borders From the valley of your fears As you walk to the borders From the valley of your fears As you walk to the borders From the valley of your fears