a soft wind blows
the grass is so high
up to my chest it grows
what a view
from this hilltop
but what does it matter
what in the distance calls
as if I am no longer
walking god's halls
what does it matter
what in the distance calls
it feels as distant as
the rest of this world
the grass is so high
up to my chest it grows
what a view
from this hilltop
but what does it matter
what in the distance calls
as if I am no longer
walking god's halls
what does it matter
what in the distance calls
it feels as distant as
the rest of this world