Climbing Black Hill
I take the place of the silvery dew
The light breaks after so many hours
The pines are bound around the floating land
I can't see home but I'm hopeful here
There's so many miles
Climbing Black Hill
There is life in my veins, there is sun on my face
Being there still
When I'm having bad days
See the clouds roll away
Climbing Black Hill
Writer/s: Oliver Catt, Eleanor Rudge
