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The People on the Hill
This Hill is Filled With Children
Music and Lyrics by David Ippolito
You wanna know what I think?
If I may be so bold,
If this hill was filled with children
Of just four or five years old,
And I should ask if anyone
Would like to sing a song,
Every hand would shoot up in the air
And you all would sing along.
And if this hill was filled with children
And I should ask, "By chance,
Is there someone who loves music,
and who really loves to dance?"
Well, I've a feeling there would be no time
For a heart to take a beat,
And everyone underneath this sun
Would spring up on their feet.
Well, I've got some news for all of you,
That might come as quite a shock.
This hill is filled with children.
We've just been around the block.
We've been taught to be "grownup"
You gotta take fun in stride
Maybe now it's finally time to own up
To the truth, we're all still kids inside.
When this hill is filled with children
And we're all singin' loud
There is magic in the music
And there's wonder in the crowd
There's this miracle that happens
We all feel like we belong.
And each of us can take that feeling home
When we all take home a song.
Open up and let it flow
Let music fill your senses
don't you feel like letting go
Lower those defenses
Can you feel it? Can feel it multiply?
As your voices fill the sky
Now, I don't mean to be preachin'
I guess all I'm tryin' to say,
Is that the very heart of childhood
Is never far away.
We had it all when we were small.
We knew such freedom then.
And if we try I see no reason why
We can't have that back again.
This hill is filled with children now,
Of every age and size.
You may feel so much like grownups,
But I see it in your eyes.
Don't be afraid to let it out.
There's no need to hide.
We're safe and sound when we're around each other.
It's just us...
And we're all still kids inside.
This hill is filled with children.

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