Dark nonviable hills
Howles are crying in the twilight
There's V.C. in them hills
Victor Charlie in them hills
Farmer by the day fighter by the moon
Bags and hands a tale-tale sign of just who sides with whom
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dark windy night
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Sculpted men mark takings pride
Holy land carved
Holy land cries
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
The victor writes the page of the wars that passed
Black Hills and Vietnam shed some light on the past
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Hills Video (MV)
Performed By: Wind River Revival
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Chantelle Matthews, Jessica Goodwin, Matthew Shores
Wind River Revival - Hills Lyrics
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Dark nonviable hills
Howles are crying in the twilight
There's V.C. in them hills
Victor Charlie in them hills
Farmer by the day fighter by the moon
Bags and hands a tale-tale sign of just who sides with whom
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dark windy night
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Sculpted men mark takings pride
Holy land carved
Holy land cries
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
The victor writes the page of the wars that passed
Black Hills and Vietnam shed some light on the past
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Howles are crying in the twilight
There's V.C. in them hills
Victor Charlie in them hills
Farmer by the day fighter by the moon
Bags and hands a tale-tale sign of just who sides with whom
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dark windy night
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Sculpted men mark takings pride
Holy land carved
Holy land cries
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too
The victor writes the page of the wars that passed
Black Hills and Vietnam shed some light on the past
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Writer: Chantelle Matthews, Jessica Goodwin, Matthew Shores
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid