Say have you seen that place where fireflies in great profusion come out to dance as evening falls Say have you heard the chattering whippoorwills cry out for you, son Or felt the strident bullfrogs call
Far to the west across the stretch of marshland meadow where the road dips past the ancient bishop house Rises that mystic bulky hill no one would speak of where no answers come from asking why or how
Though superstition it might be The elders know what they have seen And had you been there you would surely agree They say if you haven't Then you shouldn't go to Sentinel Hill
Atop the hill inside the ring of massive granite pillars And round the ghoulish table rock Though often attributed falsely to the native Indians Where found remains of mongrel stock
Back in the days before the trials and persecution Some say witches used to gather here at night At devil's hop yard where they held their executions Still the moss may seem to glow with eerie light
Though superstition it might be The elders know what they have seen And had you been there you would surely agree They say if you haven't Then you shouldn't go past the boundaries of sanity Up the the slanting trail to Sentinel Hill Ancient wisdom passed down through the bloodlines They say if you haven't Oh, God knows you shouldn't go to Sentinel Hill
They say if you haven't Then you shouldn't go to Sentinel HillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
