Rabbit Hills - Michael Chapman

It’s a long long road from here down to the sea

But it’s the only thing that keeps your love with me

Where the water meets the trees and the long grass turns to sand

The bluebirds skip the waves, stones like jewels in your hand

Or was it my imagination again?

At the end of the road there’s a clearing in the shade

And it’s there many times my love and I have laid

The path disappears and the garden’s overgrown

But at least it was somewhere for us to call our own

Or was it my imagination again?

The water is so cold today, I sit behind the hill

And conjure up my memories like motion picture stills

Waiting for the tide to rise and wash away all trace

Of my footsteps on the beach, and etch away your face

It’s a long long road from here down to the sea

But it’s the only thing that keeps your love with me

Where the water meets the trees and the long grass turns to sand

The bluebirds skip the waves, stones like jewels in your hand

Or was it my imagination again?

Or was it my imagination again?