Lyrics

I was under an impression
That right was right and wrong was
I was under a cloud that had gathered
And left me feeble and bereft
Of all the times that were
Of all the times to come
Here I am lost among.

I climbed a hill that rolled under
Clouds that rolled above
Waited for the carraige to arrive,
an abiding memory -
Green hills in a grey country
Cold, collared, fallen time
Of all the times that were
Of all the times to come
Here I am lost among

I pulled my cloak against the cold
And thought the wind taught me
Though I couldn’t hear it clearly
Lessons, It whispered in my ear
Is there something to be learned
Lost among the memories?
Green hills in a grey country
Cold, collared, fallen time
Of all the times that were
Of all the times to come
Here I am lost among?