Agate Hill - Kathy Mattea Lyrics

Agate Hill

Oh, your weary restless heart, peace come to you now,
Still your wild and wishful soul, come your trouble brown.
Lose your crippled bodys ties, let your spirit soar,

Think of when you were a child, dreams and bound by pain,
Climbing up the Agate hill, wild and free again,
It will be as then.

Your mamas watching over you, even from afar.
Oh, the words weve left unsaid flood into my soul, Think of when you were a child, dreams unbound by pain,
Climbing up the Agate hill, wild and free again,
It will be as then.

Climbing up the Agate hill, it will be as then.