Squirrel Hill

SQUIRREL HILL � JULES SHEAR

At the highest point of Squirrel Hill,
Wind was whistling,
Whistling a tune my heart obeys
And at the highest point of Squirrel hill,
I am counting backwards
I suppose I�m counting back the days

Walking a changing line,
Like the one between the sea and shore
I use that memory now, for an easy smile
My heart goes rushing through an open door

From the highest point of Squirrel Hill,
I see everything,
Every little piece becomes complete
I look out the way I never did in childhood days
When all my hanging head saw was my feet

Walking a changing line,
Like the one between the sea and shore
I use that memory now, for an easy smile
My heart goes rushing through an open door

When I�m falling like a silent stone, resistance fails
Until I wish I�m on that hill again
And when I�m falling like a silent stone, resistance fails
�til I wish from out of God�s sky here I stand

Walking a changing line,
Like the one between the sea and shore
I use that memory now, for an easy smile
My heart goes rushing through an open door
My heart goes rushing through an open door

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