When the sun starts sinking low
And shadows fill the land,
Then I turn my gaze
To where the hill of my childhood stands
Everything around is different,
Unchanged the hill remains,
And in the falling dusk
Call out to me by name
So I follow the call
The wind has brought to me,
Up my memories I climb
Till the top I have reached
I look down at the present,
Then towards the setting sun,
The wind blows through my hair
And memories fly one by one
All the things that have been,
All the moments that have past;
In the present they are gone,
Upon my hill they still last
But at last I'll turn around,
And once more look below,
I must got down again,
This all too well I know
So I go back down the path
To what I am and what I will be;
Yet all the while I hear my hill
Calling "stay, stay here with me!"
But in the presentt world I live
Though to stay I yearn;
I will turn my back on the hill
And to the present I'll retun
But I know, while summer is nigh
When the day turns to evening time
The wind will carry the call
And once more my hill I will climb
