High On A Hill - The Little Ones

High on a hill where the city seems tame

Beyond the shimmer is where I sit and hide

Hush now people don’t you cry,

It takes a hundred pleas to fetch me from the sky

Here, what’s mine is mine

Only the angels sing of something even finer

Yes sir, I don’t care for the common pace and the people still down there

Your lights do flicker in a code tonight

Even with your tune I still won’t be all right

No fog or sleet will easily sway

My intentions of remaining above for one more day

Here, what’s mine is mine

Only the angels sing of something even finer

Yes sir, I don’t care for the common pace and the people still down there