How could I be the last to know
When they told me where the fool has gone
Oh I was but the youngest one
Up there on the hills they're climbing on.
You went up with an open heart
When they found you it was all but cold.
Those hounds, they sing so low
Up there on the hills, they're climbing on.
You saw the light of gold and rushed
You said you couldn't fight it off.
This is the story of the one you lost,
And I want it to run over your love.
You found it in the deepest thorns
Flooded up from the darkest wells
Ring your heartstrings with the bells
Up there on the hills they're climbing on.
And if I hadn't drowned up there
Then the night before the storm took hold
I know I would find them gold
Up there on the hills they find me on.
Another sight of gold, you rushed.
"Oh I could never fight them off."
Another story of the one you lost
And I want it to run over your love.
In the darkest of days, in my daydreams there -
In your eyes they find you ringing out.
Where, in the eye of that tempest, you're nearer to me -
In your eyes, the see you singing out.
Twenty-one years, you've been here, every morning -
In your eyes, the find you fading.
Twenty-one roses you hold, but they're fading now -
In your eyes, I'm still there waiting.
How could I be the last to know
When they told me where the fool had gone?
Oh I was but the youngest one
Up there on the hills they'll find me on.
Another sight of gold, you rushed.
"Oh I could never fight them off."
Another story of the one you lost
And I want it to run over
I wanted to take over
I want it to run over your love.