Misty eyes, on a misty day
come across a place like this along your way
you walk straight in to that sweet and tender trap
and you know you’re lost and found and there is no going back
spend the rest of your life playing all the hardest games
just to get back to that place again
and the memories, oh no they stick to you
and you know there’s not a thing, not a single thing you can do
on chisel hill
I’ve been ten thousand miles from this place and seen it I swear
I’ve woke up happy, thinking I was there
it’s a place that I love it’s were I want to be
and I won’t give up until I get to see
a little something in there to call my own
pass the time of day and head off home
the evening shadows on the dry-stone walls
the night draws in and the ale-house calls
and happy I will be
when the road goes no further than what I see
when past here is nowhere to go
and I ain’t going to give up until I get to see
those angel’s eyes looking up at me
the prince of peace and time is standing still
on chisel hill