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NIGHT ON A HILL written by Roy Forbes
We sat in the car With the radio on Drinking wine Wine on a hill
Quietly talking Watching the night life We had time Time to kill
And the moon was sailing on And the stars burned high And the two of us felt just like crying We knew the summer was dying Spending the night on the hill
He told me a secret That he told no one else And I told him One more bad joke
He laughed at the punch line Turned up the radio He hit the lighter And lit up his smoke
And the moon was sailing on And the stars burned high And the two of us felt just like crying We knew the summer was dying Spending the night on the hill
The wine tasted sweeter As the night grew older In the face Of the neon lights
The sun was climbing up As I took his picture And that morning We said our goodnight
And the moon was sailing on And the stars burned high And the two of us felt just like crying We knew the summer was dying Spending the night on the hill
Spending the night on the hill Spending the night on the hill
from Nouvelle-France ©1998 Highway 13 Musique / Folle Avoine Productions, Human Condition Music
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