On this side of the blue hill
There's a house built from dreams
Layered by hands of stone
And the seeds that grow there
Flourish like laughter
And the souls it sheds
Thrive in time
To bid a place goodbye
To wave back at a smile
On through the gates
On to the roads
That serpent through the hills
Perched on top of the highest roof
Dances he who plays
Melodies on a silver flute
Little man metal made
When the barking stops
It is time to leave
To bid the dog goodbye
To cast a shadow high
On through the gates
On to the roads
That serpent through the hills