Deep in the hills north of here
Where the sun hardly rises for anyone
It's there lives a boy on his own
Holding out for a summer will never come
Hoarding his days for a life down the line
Like whisky in casks they'll get better in time
He says one day they'll sell him a life of his own
I said that's only a lie if you know of the truth
And you do
And you do
Somewhere not so far from here
Where the mountains have come to their senses
It's there sits a man on his throne
Reaping all that the world has to offer him
Words buried deep in the soil of his years
Should they be unearthed to fall on open ears
A father, a friend or a brother or two
If for better or worse, this you can't ever know
Til you do
Til you do
And you do
And you do
Deep in the hills north of here
Where the sun hardly rises for anyone
It's there lives a boy on his own
Holding out for a summer will never come
