Gold City Quartet - Once upon a hill

Some^Cbody w^Frote my life s^Ctory, 'tho the ink never touched the writer's q^Guill; Now in H^Ceaven I'll live h^Fappy ever ^Cafter, ^F 'Cause my life s^Ctory started o^G7nce upon a h^Cill.

^G7Once upon a hill is all it t^Cook, From h^Fidden shame my h^Ceart's been changed my l^D7ife's an open b^Gook; It's n^Cever been a mystery how the fiction became r^Feal, 'Cause ^Dm7my life s^C/Gtory started o^G7nce upon a h^Cill.

I've never l^Caid eyes u^Fpon the A^Cuthor, but it's clear to see He's laid His hand on ^Gme; My life s^Ctory may not ^Fbe the world's best se^Cller, ^F But they won't h^Cave to read be^G7tween the lines to s^Cee.

^G7Once upon a hill is all it t^Cook, From h^Fidden shame my h^Ceart's been changed my l^D7ife's an open b^Gook; It's n^Cever been a mystery how the fiction became r^Feal, 'Cause ^Dm7my life s^C/Gtory started o^G7nce upon a h^Cill.

Yes, ^Dm7my life s^C/Gtory started o^G7nce upon a h^Cill.