Clouds roll in over Diamond Hill,
sun slips into the bay.
Sitting on the ridge of Diamond Hill,
seems like I can see tomorrow.

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Up on the ridge on Diamond Hill,
thinking about some words you said.
When you make it to the top of the world,
The only way to go is down.

Diamond Hill you’re on my mind,
don’t know why that should be.
You’re just a pause in time,
To reflect on life’s uncertainties.

Far away, across the bay,
fairy fingers brush the sky.
They’re an alter to a winter sun,
a thumb print of times gone by.

Diamond Hill you won’t remember us,
our footsteps leave no trace.
We’re nothing more than a shadow’s breath,
brushing by your face.

Forget religion, forego ambition,
Geography, philosophy, they don’t mean a thing.
All that matters is this moment in time
and the easy mood we’re in.

Clouds roll back over Diamond Hill,
Moon rises over the bay.
Holding hands in the silvery light,
wishing things could stay this way.