Lyrics

I need a town with mystery
Aging ways that speak to me
Stories in bricks that I can read
How could that be anywhere but Golden Hill

Roads carve pathways in my mind
Turns that daylight cannot find
Twilight shows me trails to climb
How could that be anywhere but Golden Hill

In the hills where the sunlight streams
O’er rocky falls, and secret springs
A wild wind whispers in all my dreams
How could you be anywhere but Golden Hill

Winter blankets all the pines
Soft paw prints they leave behind
With springtime’s thaw I hope I’ll find
I’ll find my way back to you Golden Hill

In the hills, there’s a stone in the sun
Warm to the touch, its rolling days are done
Birds flying back to the place they’re from
I’ll find my way back to you Golden Hill

In the hills, there’s a stone in the sun
Warm to the touch, its rolling days are done
Birds flying back to the place they’re from
And I’ll find my way back to you Golden Hill
And I’ll find my way back to you Golden Hill
And I’ll find my way home to you Golden Hill