High On A Hill

Here I am standing on high, high ground,
'tis the tallest hill, on the outskirts of town.

Looking north, the city skyline appears in view,
A little to the west, I see windmills,
More than just a few.

On this scared land, is where I was raised,
And the people who fed and clothed me,
Graciously earned my unending praise.

On this ground, beneath my feet,
I've learned to give homage,
For each'n every heartbeat.