“Gardens On The Hill” (7:03))
Each night I walk alone to the gardens on the hill
My eyes are damp with tears, my heart is dark & still, dark & still. I watch the sunlight fade, and I… I count the days since you’ve been gone, since you’ve been gone…
My eyes are damp with tears, my heart is dark & still, dark & still. I watch the sunlight fade, and I… I count the days since you’ve been gone, since you’ve been gone…
In May the buds are new, the leaves are tender green
I walk the hills at night in a solitary dream, in a dream
I watch the sunlight fade, and I…I count the weeks since you’ve been gone, since you've been gone...
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling…
I walk the hills at night in a solitary dream, in a dream
I watch the sunlight fade, and I…I count the weeks since you’ve been gone, since you've been gone...
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling…
Deep in July the hills are sweet with summer blooms
I breathe your name to them like a melancholy tune,
I watch the sunlight fade, and I…I count the months since you’ve been gone, since you've been gone...
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling
Now, at September’s end - a chill is in the air
The flowers have bowed their heads, their blooms beyond repair, beyond repair. I feel how time is passing. Now that I’ve lost you for a year, almost a year
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling
How will I ever let you go?
I breathe your name to them like a melancholy tune,
I watch the sunlight fade, and I…I count the months since you’ve been gone, since you've been gone...
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling
Now, at September’s end - a chill is in the air
The flowers have bowed their heads, their blooms beyond repair, beyond repair. I feel how time is passing. Now that I’ve lost you for a year, almost a year
CHORUS: And I feel your touch upon my skin
I hear you calling me, calling
How will I ever let you go?
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About “Gardens On The Hill”
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(Holly Arsenault at the piano)
“I wrote this song for my late husband, Nicholas Regush who died very suddenly of a heart attack. As part of the healing process, I took walks up in the hills behind where I live. The houses on the hill are
mansions with spectacular gardens. Those walks, over the period of May through September helped me to deal with having lost my soul-mate.” Barbara Lewis
