Through the hills as the streams do flow
That's the way she always seems to go
As autumn trees burn against the sky
So shines the color in my true love's eyes
The summer grass it grows green and high
And bows before her when she walks by
November chill turns the fields to gold
And I hate to leave her but I'm bound to go
Jumping high you can catch the sun
Turn the clock back when the day is done
Teach the sea to forsake the shore
Stop the young men marching on to war
Through the hills as the streams do flow
That's the way she always seems to go
As autumn trees burn against the sky
So shines the color in my true love's eyes
