Listen to the echo on the hill Coming your way Its decaying fast The sound of yesterday Listen to the echo on the hill That lonesome whine Like the rocks and rails or the crops at harvest time Like the swelling rush of water when the creeks are getting high Or the wind that comes sweeping up the mountain A familiar craze, a midnight blaze that permeates the horizon Listen to the echo on the hill Its going away And well soon be washed in the light of a new day Listen to the echo on the hill It never lets down Its the sound of home as you drift from town to town From the cozy little hollow to the big city shore You can ramble all around and back again But the vibrations will follow you just like an old long lost friend Listen to the echo on the hill [?] When you hear its ring Bring it home to one and all One and all Listen, listen, listen to the echo on the hill
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