Up on a hill top, far from the city  Overlooking a stream  I heard a sound, it made me look round  I looked back where I had just been  There just behind a ledge  There was a man he leapt to and fro  Clipping away at a hedge    Suddenly I heard a ringing singing  But he was nowhere to be seen    Pulling my trousers up to my knees  I waded across the stream  Back to the place where I could hear sounds  And where the old man once had been  There just behind a ledge  I looked about, I couldn't make out  Where he had been clipping the hedge    I could not hear what he was singing  But I found my ears ringing with the sound