These old frayed letters The notebook on the sill One last look Then set off for the hills The memories of old I try to hold on to Some are made of gold Some just make me blue I guess Jesus wasn't looking Down on me that day The sky went all black And the pines began to sway Here the angels come To tidy up the room They whisper to each other They know I'll be out soon She's appearing through the haze Like an old familiar song Remember her like yesterday Though I may remember wrong Oh the valleys and the rivers They're calling to me still Tomorrow I'll be with you When I set off for the hills