Alone On a Hillside

As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise Silence is golden, movement is absent Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely Silence is golden, movement is absent Dawn breaks, the skies come alive The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely Birds flutter freely twittering 'good morning' Dawn breaks, the skies come alive Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness Birds flutter freely twittering 'good morning' As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise