Over The Hill - Polly Paulusma

Take me back to the evening that it all began

There was you and me and some drunkards in a black London taxi cab

And we said, «Driver, over the hill

There’s a place where time stands still»

I quicken your pace there

Put your foot down, driver, get us over the hill

Though I built up a wall around me, you just blew it down

And my mother always told me that you’d come and dig me out of here somehow

She told me somewhere, over the hill

There’s a place where time stands still

Follow your fate there, but don’t rush it

You’ve got time to get over the hill

Climbing higher, got no place to rest

I’m just climbing higher, aiming for the mountain crest

It’s up there, the panacea, come and see for yourself

I’ve got nothing for you but kisses and a pocketful of rye

But I see our unborn children in the apple of your eye

And I say «Darling, over the hill

There’s a place where time stands still»

Let’s have a race there, come on, boy

I’ll chase you up over the hill

Let’s have a race there

I’ll chase you up over the hill