Vārdi: Barbara Dickson. Full Circle. Across The Hills.

Across the hills black clouds are sweeping

Across the hills black clouds are sweeping
Carrying poison far and wide
And the grass has blackened underfoot
And the rose has withered and died

The rose is still as red love and the grass is still as green
Must have been a shadow in the distance you have seen
Must have been a shadow you have seen

Can't you hear the children weeping
Can't you hear the mournful sound
No birds sing in the twisted trees
In the silent streets around

You can hear the children laughing in the streets as they play
You must have caught the dying of an echo far away
Must have been an echo far away

Can't you see the white ash falling
From the hollow of the skies
And the blood runs red down the blackened walls
Where a ruined city lies

You could see the red sun shining in the park on the stream
Must have felt the shiver from the darkness of a dream
Must have been the darkness of a dream

Death shall reap a hellish harvest
Make a desert of the land

But the rose is still as red love and the grass is still as green
It must have been a shadow you have seen

(Must have been a shadow)
Across the hills black clouds are sweeping
(Must have been a shadow)
(Must have been a shadow)
Can't you see the white ash falling
(Must have been a shadow)
(Must have been a shadow)
Death shall reap a hellish harvest
(Must have been a shadow)
(Must have been a shadow)
Across the hills black clouds are sweeping
(Must have been a shadow)

You can hear the children laughing in the streets as they play
You must have caught the dying of an echo far away
Must have been an echo far away