Texty: Polly Paulusma. Over the Hill.

Take me back to the evening that it all began
There was you and me
And some drunkards in a black London taxi cab

And we said, driver, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
I quicken your pace there
Put your foot down, driver, get us up over the hill

Though I built up a wall around me, you just blew it down
And my mother always told me
That you'd come and dig me out of here somehow

She told me somewhere, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
Follow your fate there but don't rush it
You've got time to get over the hill

Climbing higher, got no place to rest
I'm just climbing higher, aiming for the mountain crest
It's up there, the panacea, come and see for yourself

I've got nothing for you but kisses
And a pocketful of rye
But I see our unborn children
In the apple of your eye

And I say, darling, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
Let's have a race there, come on, boy
I'll chase you up over the hill

Let's have a race there
I'll chase you up over the hill