The Hills of Liguria
The Hills Of Liguria

Flowers are blooming in the fields and the hillsides
With the swelling of buds in the trees
On the terrace I feel like an innocent prisoner
With the sweet smell of spring in the breeze

Oh in the cool of the morning
Little sparrows in a world I want more of
Oh what I’d give to fly with you
Above the hills of Liguria

Like slow rolling thunder in the byways of Bergamo
Trucks carry the coffins away
And in the old town of Brescia the church bells keep ringing
Through the alleys where no children play

Oh in the cool of thе morning
Little sparrows in a world I want more of
Oh what I’d give to fly with you
Abovе the hills of Liguria
Among the birds and bees and the shoulders that tease
Lurks an enemy no one can see

Oh in the cool of the morning
Little sparrows in a world I want more of
Oh what I’d give to fly with you
Above the hills of Liguria
Above the hills of Liguria