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C.B. Heinemann: Music

The Hills of Italy

(C.B. Heinemann)
February 22, 2010
C.B. Heinemann
THE HILLS OF ITALY


All last night I lay awake
Remembering when first I saw you
I was far away from home
And only passing through
But I had to pause to see
If you’d ever notice me
Among the olive groves
In the sweet hills of Italy

In the hills of Italy I knew I could never stay
From the hills of Italy I was headed far away
Now I never can return
To hear you tell me that you love me
Among the olive groves
In the sweet hills of Italy

Now the cold winds blow so hard
I can feel them cut my heart
It seems everything I love
Is what always falls apart
Over time I learned to see
I left the better part of me
Among the olive groves
In the sweet hills of Italy

Now the shifting winds of time
Have carried you far from my view
Other loves have come and gone
To claim my thoughts away from you
But in my dreams and far from harm
I can still hold you in my arms
Among the olive groves
In the sweet hills of Italy