'A comin' your way
It's decaying fast, the sound of yesterday
Listen to the echo on the hill
That lonesome whine
Like the rocks and rails or the crops at harvest time
Like the swelling rush of water when the creeks are getting high
Or the wind that comes sweeping up the mountain
A familiar craze, a midnight blaze that permeates the horizon
verse 2
Listen to the echo on the hill
It's going away
And we'll soon be washed in the light of a new day
Listen to the echo on the hill
It never lets down
It's the sound of home as you drift from town to town
From the cozy little hollow to the big city shore
You can ramble all around and back again
But the vibrations will follow you just like an old long lost friend
Instrumental
verse 3
Listen to the echo on the hill
That clarion call
When you hear its ring bring it home to one and all
One and all listen, listen
N.C.