Still on the hilltop

An ancient rock awaits

Come down off all your holding

Step to my loving arms

Once again

I stumbled upon the likes of an ageless man

Carved into a tree

I placed my hand to the bark and asked

If I may walk the unseen

You see, I have come here on my own

In search of an honest place

To call my home

And on his breathe red leaves they flew

Bare branches shook the autumn through

No words were spoken silent, still

He led me to the standing hill

And it was quiet in that moments steady pull

I heard a voice beneath the quill

Of every doubt that fills my head

In this moment they laid still

Quiet in that moments steady pull

I trusted the voice beneath the quill

Of every doubt that fills my head

In this moment they laid still

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I′m not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I'm not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I′m not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I'm not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I'm not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I′m not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I′m not through

Keep my hands sewn on Lord

I need them still, oh I'm not through