The Hill With No Name

They said don't walk there after dark
No trail, no light, no known landmark
The grass grows tall, the air turns cold
And silence settles deep and old

No signs, no stone to say who's there
Just thorn and mist and colder air
But something pulls me through the haze
Like I've been there in other days

Some call it cursed, some call it holy
But I just call it calling me slowly

The hill with no name still remembers my face
Every step feels like returning to place
It's not on the map, but it's under my skin
A door to the dark that lives deep within
I don't know why I came
But I know the hill with no name

They say the fair folk once held court
Where earth and sky ran short on sort
And if you dance upon that rise
You lose the years behind your eyes

But I wasn't seeking myth or gold
Just something older than I was told

The hill with no name still remembers my face
Every step feels like returning to place
It's not on the map, but it's under my skin
A door to the dark that lives deep within
I don't know why I came
But I know the hill with no name

It doesn't whisper, it doesn't weep
It just watches while you sleep
And if you listen long enough
You'll hear your own forgotten stuff

The hill with no name sings without sound
A truth you feel but can't write down
Not a place, more like a flame
Still, I know the hill with no name
I don't know who I became
But I know the hill with no name