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Hill after hill

Under this telephone line

Gently we ride

Summer is full

Deep in your white cotton dress

All that I guess

And if I could be with you

I would only be with you

If I could be with you

I would only be with you

As evening slips

Inside this car

My words won’t get

From where I am

To where you are

Your eyes and mine

Lost in an ocean of grass

Meadows we pass

Tree after tree

Marking the steps of a mime

Darkness we find 

And if I could be with you

I would only be with you

If I could be with you

I would only be with you

As evening slips

Inside this car

My words won’t get

From where I am

To where you are

As evening slips

Inside this car

My words won’t get

From where I am

To where you are