Sam's Hill

There is a fire that's been burning just over the way

It's made of stone thoughts

Left without a trace

I believe it all dropped from the heavens

I'm just glad that it didn't hit me

And it all can be seen on top of Sam's hill

There's all those dirt roads that'll lead you to nowhere

They'll wind up your mind to just about anywhere

There's all those corn cribs and barn ribs to feed your eyes

On a country Sunday I think I like this

It all can be seen on top of Sam's hill

I'm going to climb right on top and rid me of this

Rest my head rest my head legs over that ledge

I am sailing on an ocean in the middle of Greenfield

Gazing at all I see

Free as I wanna be

And it all can be seen on top of Sam's hill

And it all can be seen on top of Sam's hill

And it all can be seen on top of Sam's hill