Hills on Fire

The hills are on fire, my friend
Where can we go
To escape the dire consequence
Of letting this go?

The hills are on fire, my friend
Where can we go
To admire, as night descends
The hills' burning glow?

We'll carve a path of flames through the brush
The wind's at our backs, so there's no need to rush
Not so much

The hills are on fire, my friend
They're burning low
‘Cause the hills have grown tired, my friend
Of lying fallow

We'll carve a path of flames through the brush
The wind's at our backs, so there's no need to rush
We'll carve a path of flames through the brush
A casual laugh, I want you so much, so much