I walk the High Hill tonight   It stands behind the town   It was golden in the autumn sky   As the sun was going down   I could not stay to answer   The man who rang my telephone   Cause when I hear the High Hill calling   I have to go alone      I climb alone the winding trail   Leave the town below   I wrap my woven blanket round me   Up here the wind can blow   The brighter stars come peeking through   A canopy of branches high   Out across the town lights glistening   I think I'm gonna fly      I am looking down from High Hill   I am looking down   On my four walls   In my small town   High      I'm standing high in windy dark   Above this amber glow   Glistening sea of shining lights   A half a mile below   And somewhere on that shining sea   A tiny light I call my own   I feel like I been too long sailing   I finally made it home      I am looking down from High Hill   I am looking down   My dream's been found   In my old home town      I am looking down from High Hill   I am looking down from High Hill   I am looking down from high