Where the Hills Are Green - Peter Roe

I want to be where you are I want to be where you are Oh, baby, I want to be (I wanna be) Where you are (Wherever you are) I want to be (wanna be) Where you are (Wherever you are) And I miss you already, baby Call me just as soon as you get home And maybe just like teenagers We'll fall asleep while we're on the phone And what's your plans tomorrow, baby? 'Cause I can meet you wherever you are Can't let this feeling go Oh, no it's kinda crucial, see I need to see you soon I want to be where you are I want to be where you are (baby yeah) I want to be (that's all I want to be) Where you are (wherever you are) I want to be (I want to be, I wanna be) Where you are (wherever you are) And I know I'm not myself, baby Out of character in everything I do Drop anything and everything So I can see you, oh, I've been so rude Looking at the second hand I'm feeling like an addict, just like, yeah I know that this is it for me I finally found the place I know I'm meant to be I want to be where you are (every day, I wanna be) I want to be where you are (ooh, wherever you are) (That's just where I wanna be) (I like my space, but I need you with me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I want to be where you are (I need to be there) (I swear I wanna be) Where you, ooh You are, you are (Where you, ooh) (You are) Where you, ooh You are, you are (Where you, ooh) (You are)

You give life, You are love You bring light to the darkness You give hope, You restore Every heart that is broken Great are You, Lord It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise We pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise To You only You give life, You are love You bring light to the darkness You give hope, You restore Every heart that is broken Great are You, Lord It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise We pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise To You only All the earth will shout Your praise Our hearts will cry These bones will sing Great are You, Lord It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise We pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise To You only

As I walk upon this green land, This land that love, I see figures of chalk, Carved into the hillsides above. Cerne Abbas a man so proud, And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world, And invites you to step inside. And the hills they are hollow and home to the Fey, Who dance on Midsummer's Eve, Some people don't understand when I say, These are the things I believe. These are the tings I believe. There is an old circle of stones, That stands on the moor, Every moss-covered face, Tells the secrets of ancient lore. The Tors stand as guardians, Witnesses to the Rites of Nature's Gods, Of Darkness and of Light. Let's sing of the mystery, Of Sacred Land, See the shapes in the corn, Made by invisible hands, Secrets of the Pagan Ways, Lie all around, Written upon the Earth, In rock and Sacred Mound!