Meet me high up on the hillside
Bring a matchbook and your pocketknife
And we'll stay here
'til the birds start talking english
And we sing their songs

Nothing could go wrong
The prairie fires light up the dark
The power lines give up a spark
And the rattlesnakes
Will rattle in time
To the sound of my guitar

Meet me high up on the hillside
Bring a matchbook and your pocketknife
And we'll stay here
'til the birds start talking English