Summit Hill

Thought about why children lie Held the shell of a snail near their eye Crumbled soul on hollow ground Swallowed paper conscious found In the cold on a winter's night Kiss of gold with pale green light St. Paul's where he and I call home Felt a force with calming tone Oh when it comes then it comes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh then it comes We'd trudge ourselves on Summit Hill Wind would howl its open shrill Imagine life in those cobblestones His father lived to paint their homes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh then it comes The snow would pile and kill our phones We'd lie on ice till it numbed our bones We'd creep inside after smoke would pass To see how long our time could last Oh when it comes then it comes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh when it comes then it comes Oh then it comes