Texas Hillsong

I wish I was a hawk a-flyin’

over the golden hills of Texas

I would see so many things

like I never seen before.

Hares a-leapin’, snakes a-lyin’,

scorpions a-multiplyin’

cattle grazing on the grass 

then oh! a-so much more! 

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If I were a hawk a-floatin’

over the golden hills of Texas

I would float as wide and free

as the Texas sun.

Chase the Pecos river flowin’,

go wherever the wind was blowin’,

and cast my shadow on the hills

until the day was done.

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Oh when I see a hawk a wheelin’

over the golden hills of Texas

my hawkish soul flies up to greet ‘im,

in secret brotherhood.

Above the world we share the feelin’

of not a single cloud conceilin’

our view of the horizon line,

and the cheering of our blood.

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And when I say my last goodbye

to the golden hills of Texas

I will shed a silent tear

for the land which I adore.

Then the bluebonnets and prickly pear

the juniper and leapin’ deer

will join the hawks with my song

and sing forevermore!