The Hills are Calling Me

The hills are calling me today
And waters gush from virgin clay
And I will leave plow and team
And follow the bright winding stream

Traveling its course along
What a beautiful silvery song
The pebbled brook sings just for me
And I am filled with ecstasy

To the hills I will lift up my eyes
And see the living Lord arise
This is where my help comes from
There I will rest till my day comes.

Before me lies the gushing spring
Around its blue mouth tall blades cling
I’ve found the shady hills at last
And trees their cooling shadows cast

They hold me as a bosom friend
I wish the day would never end
God’s hills are wondrous fair today
And I could here forever stay.

To the hills I will lift up my eyes
And see the living Lord arise
This is where my help comes from
There I will rest till my day comes.

After a depression era poem by John B. Cruise

Anthony Foster
February 22, 2011