There was a hill
And it was a beautiful hill
And when I was small
It reached to the stars.
To climb it was the work of a lifetime, to tumble down
A dizzying fall into oblivion.
There was a tree
About half way up
An oasis to head for
To stop and rest your bare and dirty feet
Brace yourself before the climb.

There is a hill
And it is just a hill
And now I am grown
The stars hang high above.
And the hill
The beautiful hill
It isn't so high
And it isn't so tall
And I can't roll down
Because I'm not small.