| Song | High On A Hill |
| Artist | The Little Ones |
| Album | The Word Magazine - Issue 49 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |