Caroline Herring - A turn upon the hill

A ^Cturn upon the hill as the ^Fsun reclines I ^Clie upon the grass and your ^Feyes meet mine Then I ^Crun as fast as my ^Flegs will carry me From a ^Ccamera's lens and a ^Fstranger's ^Cplea

Oh, ^Gcan you see in^Fside my soul ^GCan you make your ^Fbody roll ^GCan you see in^Fsid^Ge ^Cme ^{F C F}

^CWatching the world from a ^Fwarrior pose ^CWondering what's in^Fside these clothes A ^Cturn upon the hill as the ^Fsun reclines I ^Clie upon the grass and your ^Feyes meet ^Cmine

Oh, ^Gcan you see in^Fside my soul ^GCan you make your ^Fbody roll ^GCan you see in^Fsid^Ge ^Amme In^Gside ^Fme In^Gside ^Fme