I do not know which way to turn

The right the left seem equal roads

The answer cloaked in mystery

Makes it hard to trust in things unseen

But the hills keep rolling

And the wind keeps blowing

And you keep holding me tight

The high hour seems far away

I can't move myself to try again

Then you tell me trying's not the key

No wonder I am weeping

But the hills keep rolling

And the wind keeps blowing

And you keep holding me tight

I dreamt about your loving arms

Soothing all my careless scars

I wake up to a brighter dawn

And realize my longings point me home

But the hills keep rolling

And the wind keeps blowing

And you keep holding

And the hills keep rolling

And the wind keeps blowing

And you keep holding holding holding