The Hills Beyond Arco
I think I’d make a good hermit
And there’s a place I like to go
In the hills beyond Arco
I like to go there about six o’clock
As night is starting to fall
And watch the ever deepening dusk
Descending over all
When we’ve finished eating
And begun to set up camp
Darkness completely surrounds us
Except for the glow over the chill
That the moon is climbing up
The pine trees that seemed average at noon
Cast gigantic shadows in the light of the moon
The millions of stars that twinkle on high
Are gilded diamonds in the stream nearby
The trout that are rarely seen by day
Are silver shadows that leap and play
And as we head for bed I find
These beautiful pictures engraved on my mind
And stealing quietly through the night
Is a sense of peace and sheer delight
I’m here at last where I’ve longed to go
In the beautiful hills beyond Arco
