There’s a chill on the hill tonight
As I gazed through a hazy light
Oh my darling can’t you see only you can set me free
From the chill on the hill tonight
I stand tonight under the old weeping willow tree
Where you and I used to stroll a long long time ago
And you know in dreams and fold memories I’m drifting back again
To an altar to a little church in the valley
And I see a golden band on your beautiful hand
And somehow I think of all the things that might have been