“Soft Green Hill” ©2022 Tom Deedy and High Birdsall
I was rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill Faster and faster
The grass was very tall And all I could see Spinning, spinning, spinning Many versions of me
One was airborne One was falling One was fast One was slow One was laughing One was crying One was happy One just glowed
I was rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill
The more I tried to stop
The more I slipped And the more I spilled I could not believe There could be So many versions of me
One was headless
One was heartless
One was sunken
One was drunken
One was caught
One was free
And they all
Looked like me
But I know better... I know better...
One was calling
One was listening
One was stalling
One was risking (it all)
In a free fall
Head over heels
Curled up in a ball
And calling out my name
But I know better... I know better...
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill...