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Verse 1 Up on the hillside where the wildflowers grow, You can hear the banjo talking soft and low. Sun on my shoulders and the wind in my face, Every step forward feels like winning a race. Creek water laughing as it runs along, Nature keeps humming its forever song. Follow the trail where the bluebirds ramble, Life feels easy on a hillside amble. Chorus So ramble, ramble through the open land, Move with the rhythm like a traveling band. Let the fiddle guide you, light and free— A hillside ramble is home to me. Verse 2 Pine trees whisper in a breezy choir, Mandolin shining like a campfire. Pebbles keep dancing under my feet, Every little sound makes the tune complete. I ain’t in a hurry, I ain’t on the run, Life’s too short not to chase the sun. Heartbeats tapping to the earth’s own sample, Joy lives here in a hillside ramble. Bridge If the world gets loud, just come around— The hills will tune your spirit to the ground. Final Chorus So ramble, ramble through the open land, Move with the rhythm like a traveling band. Let the fiddle guide you, light and free— A hillside ramble is home to me.
