A Song For The Hills And You

Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb I see your eyes in, the hills outside Eb Ab Eb They look at me and, we talk for a while Eb Ab Bb You know I’m dying, out in the cold Bb Ab Eb I don’t know if, if I’ll ever go home Eb Ab Eb I see your hands in, the creek as it flows Eb Ab Bb Towards an island, where we can watch the time go Bb Ab Eb But I know, I can’t wait to grow old Eb Fm Ab Eb Fm Gm Ab Eb