Acoustic Folk Art 1, Track 11, 02:43
The Hillside
There's a tree on the hillside
Where I used to read
The sun would go searchin'
But it would not find me
There's a creek in the valley
In the valley below
And the creek keeps on runnin'
For the springs make it so
There's a field near the creek
Where the grass grows up tall
And the field looks like waves
As the summer nears fall
There's a fence by the field
And it climbs up the hill
And it's weathered and worn
But it's standing there still
And the fence disappears over the hill
Over there where I cannot see
But I do believe, yes I do believe
I believe it goes on from there
Oh the fence disappears over the hill
Over there where I cannot see
But I do believe, yes I do believe
I believe it goes on from there
There's a tree on the hillside
Where I used to read
The sun would go searchin'
But it would not find me
There's a creek in the valley
In the valley below
And the creek keeps on runnin'
For the springs make it so
There's a field near the creek
Where the grass grows up tall
And the field looks like waves
As the summer nears fall
There's a fence by the field
And it climbs up the hill
And it's weathered and worn
But it's standing there still
And the fence disappears over the hill
Over there where I cannot see
But I do believe, yes I do believe
I believe it goes on from there
Oh the fence disappears over the hill
Over there where I cannot see
But I do believe, yes I do believe
I believe it goes on from there
Song Notes
This song was written the day after the passing of someone I knew well. We played guitars together back in our college days at Mizzou in central Missouri. We had mostly lost contact over the last decade or so, but I always thought that one day we would get together and pick and grin where we left off. A hard lesson in time management. I had another similar experience a few years ago. I had a meeting with a colleague from work on a Friday afternoon. We talked for over an hour about a project we were working on together and made plans for the following week. On Monday, I found out that over the weekend he went to sleep and never woke up. Here on Friday and gone on Monday. These experiences and others helped give me the kick in the pants to start recording my tunes. There is a time for patience and there is a time for getting on with it, whatever the it is for each of us.
This song was written the day after the passing of someone I knew well. We played guitars together back in our college days at Mizzou in central Missouri. We had mostly lost contact over the last decade or so, but I always thought that one day we would get together and pick and grin where we left off. A hard lesson in time management. I had another similar experience a few years ago. I had a meeting with a colleague from work on a Friday afternoon. We talked for over an hour about a project we were working on together and made plans for the following week. On Monday, I found out that over the weekend he went to sleep and never woke up. Here on Friday and gone on Monday. These experiences and others helped give me the kick in the pants to start recording my tunes. There is a time for patience and there is a time for getting on with it, whatever the it is for each of us.
Song Credits
Words and music by Mark Lehnhoff [2013]
Guitar and Vocals: Mark Lehnhoff
Cello: Ruth Menger
Violin: Alana Carithers
Recorded and mixed by Josh Woods, J2 Music Productions, Louisa, Virginia
Produced by Josh Woods and Mark Lehnhoff
Album Artwork: Rob Hatem
Copyright 2013, 2017
Lester Chester Music, LLC
All Rights Reserved
Words and music by Mark Lehnhoff [2013]
Guitar and Vocals: Mark Lehnhoff
Cello: Ruth Menger
Violin: Alana Carithers
Recorded and mixed by Josh Woods, J2 Music Productions, Louisa, Virginia
Produced by Josh Woods and Mark Lehnhoff
Album Artwork: Rob Hatem
Copyright 2013, 2017
Lester Chester Music, LLC
All Rights Reserved
