Everyday up Black Path Hill
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Through the clouds of silent flies
The only shapes in golden skies
I try to make my way
To tread the ground again
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Breathing deep and deeper still
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through the day
Try to make it through the day
Try to make it through
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Everyday up Black Path Hill
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Through the clouds of silent flies
The only shapes in golden skies
I try to make my way
To tread the ground again
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Breathing deep and deeper still
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through the day
Try to make it through the day
Try to make it through
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Through the clouds of silent flies
The only shapes in golden skies
I try to make my way
To tread the ground again
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Breathing deep and deeper still
I try to make my way
I try to make it through
The day
Summers come and
Summers fade
The path always remains the same
Though people's faces change
The path always remains the same
The path is always on the way
Everyday up Black Path Hill
Through brambles, nettles empty cans
I try to make my way
As the sun is born again
Along the track with ghosts of trains
From summers never seen again
I try to make my way
I try to make it through the day
Try to make it through the day
Try to make it through
Writer: Andrew Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid