Honey on the Hillside

(Intro: A finger-picked acoustic guitar pattern in an open tuning, warm and resonant, accompanied by the soft shake of a tambourine)
(Verse 1)
The shadows are retreating from the valley floor
The heavy winter’s bolting up the cellar door
I can hear the rhythm of the melting creek
And feel the golden fingers brushing on my cheek
The porch swing is humming a lazy kind of tune
Chasing out the ghost of a silver winter moon
I’m leaning back and letting all the worry go
Watching how the daisies and the clover grow.
(Chorus)
Oh, the light is pouring down like honey on the hill
The world is looking bright and the wind is standing still
It’s a wide-open window, it’s a long-overdue
Kind of day that washes everything in blue
Yeah, the sun is a promise that the earth is gonna keep
Waking up the spirit from a long and lonely sleep.
(Verse 2)
The dust motes are dancing in a hallway beam
The kettle’s on the stove letting off a little steam
There’s a neighbor waving from a rusted-out truck
Like we finally ran into a bit of golden luck
No need for a jacket, no need for a plan
Just the heat of the heavens on a weathered hand
We’re gathering the moments like a harvest of grain
Before the clouds return with the rhythm of the rain.
(Bridge - Harmonica solo, bright and wandering, over a steady strumming pattern)
Every leaf is a mirror, every stone is a gem
From the root in the hollow to the tip of the stem
You can breathe a little deeper, you can walk a little slow
When the world is bathed in a 24-karat glow.
(Chorus)
Oh, the light is pouring down like honey on the hill
The world is looking bright and the wind is standing still
It’s a wide-open window, it’s a long-overdue
Kind of day that washes everything in blue
Yeah, the sun is a promise that the earth is gonna keep
Waking up the spirit from a long and lonely sleep.
(Outro - Guitar picking slows down to a gentle pulse)
Stay a little longer.
Let the shadows wait.
The sun is hanging heavy by the garden gate.
Just a sunny day.
Yeah, a sunny day.
(The final note rings out until it fades into the sound of distant birdsong)

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(Intro: A finger-picked acoustic guitar pattern in an open tuning, warm and resonant, accompanied by the soft shake of a tambourine) (Verse 1) The shadows are retreating from the valley floor The heavy winter’s bolting up the cellar door I can hear the rhythm of the melting creek And feel the golden fingers brushing on my cheek The porch swing is humming a lazy kind of tune Chasing out the ghost of a silver winter moon I’m leaning back and letting all the worry go Watching how the daisies and the clover grow. (Chorus) Oh, the light is pouring down like honey on the hill The world is looking bright and the wind is standing still It’s a wide-open window, it’s a long-overdue Kind of day that washes everything in blue Yeah, the sun is a promise that the earth is gonna keep Waking up the spirit from a long and lonely sleep. (Verse 2) The dust motes are dancing in a hallway beam The kettle’s on the stove letting off a little steam There’s a neighbor waving from a rusted-out truck Like we finally ran into a bit of golden luck No need for a jacket, no need for a plan Just the heat of the heavens on a weathered hand We’re gathering the moments like a harvest of grain Before the clouds return with the rhythm of the rain. (Bridge - Harmonica solo, bright and wandering, over a steady strumming pattern) Every leaf is a mirror, every stone is a gem From the root in the hollow to the tip of the stem You can breathe a little deeper, you can walk a little slow When the world is bathed in a 24-karat glow. (Chorus) Oh, the light is pouring down like honey on the hill The world is looking bright and the wind is standing still It’s a wide-open window, it’s a long-overdue Kind of day that washes everything in blue Yeah, the sun is a promise that the earth is gonna keep Waking up the spirit from a long and lonely sleep. (Outro - Guitar picking slows down to a gentle pulse) Stay a little longer. Let the shadows wait. The sun is hanging heavy by the garden gate. Just a sunny day. Yeah, a sunny day. (The final note rings out until it fades into the sound of distant birdsong)

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