Rolling Down The Hills

People who have bad times

Write hard luck songs

But when their days are green

They think about love

Sunshine, flowers in a garden

Did I bump you sir?

I'm beggin' your pardon

Have you seen such a day?

Let's begin it by startin' -

And rollin' down the hills with me

People who have short hair

Write short hair songs

But when their hair gets long

They think about winding it around in daisy chains

Waitin' for the showers

Just to wash it in the rain

Have you seen such hair?

Well let the wind play -

As you're rollin' down the hills with me

People who have no hills

Write songs about plains

But if that's not what you want to do

Well you can jump aboard a bus

Or boat or wooden canoe

I know just the mountain

That's been waitin' for you

Too write songs about the peaks

And the beautiful views -

As you're rollin' down the hills with me