Wooden Hill
Beatlesque dream-pop song of remembrance for a dearly departed loved one. Based on an old English nursery rhyme phrase "Up the wooden hill to blanket fair" which refers to children going upstairs to their beds. Atmospheric mid-tempo dream pop with layered harmonies and a Crowded House feel.
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Lyrics
Forget, forgive
The house where we lived
Is not looking very well
Here it stands an empty shell
But the spirit is here
Don't you know it's all around?
Precious, she was
Don't cry, because
Though it seems she went away
And you find it hard to take
Don't you know she's still here
Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes
I can't believe how much I need her in my life
(Off to blanket fair)
Don't you know she's all around?
(Up the wooden hill)
"What's this...Scotch mist?
You don't have the brains you were born with"
Now it's time to get upstairs
Up the wooden hill for prayers
'Cause you know that she'll hear
Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes
I can't believe how much we need her in our lives
(Off to blanket fair)
Don't you know she's all around?
(Up the wooden hill)
(Un)even-stevens all at odds
I'm all at sea, I hope to God you're listening
Up the wooden hill
Under covers
Up the wooden hill
Forget, forgive
The house where we lived
Is not looking very well
Here it stands an empty shell
But the spirit is here
Don't you know it's all around?
Precious, she was
Don't cry, because
Though it seems she went away
And you find it hard to take
Don't you know she's still here
Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes
I can't believe how much I need her in my life
(Off to blanket fair)
Don't you know she's all around?
(Up the wooden hill)
"What's this...Scotch mist?
You don't have the brains you were born with"
Now it's time to get upstairs
Up the wooden hill for prayers
'Cause you know that she'll hear
Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes
I can't believe how much we need her in our lives
(Off to blanket fair)
Don't you know she's all around?
(Up the wooden hill)
(Un)even-stevens all at odds
I'm all at sea, I hope to God you're listening
Up the wooden hill
Under covers
Up the wooden hill
