pd Lyons
Come Down From Your Hills
Come down from your hills and see me
Remind me when I was a girl
Tip my kisses with honey
Bathe my feet in your curls
Soft green grass in showers of gold
Apple blossoms swirl like snow
Echo-less laughter my hands on your face
Come down from your hills and see me
Remind me when I was a girl
I’m tired of long wool skirts
Tired of wobbly shoes
Tired of being a stranger afraid to remember you