NATURAL STYLE


......don't let them ever change your natural style......



... a little bit of moonlight on a still lake at midnight...
For Pat Tate - with love


      You showed me a photograph not long ago
      - so polished and posed - it just couldn't be true...
      I stared broken-hearted, wondering just what I'd started
      'Cos the face in the photograph just wasn't you...

      CHORUS:
      When you come down from the hills with your dark hair flying,
      with your brown eyes shining and your little-girl smile,
      I sometimes wish I'd left you by the clear running river...
      Did I really have the right to lead you to the city lights
      and hope they wouldn't try to change your natural style?

      Well they shattered illusions you should have kept longer
      but you somehow grew stronger from the lessons you learned.
      Fame is a fire and once you know the desire
      sooner or later you're gonna get burned.....

      CHORUS:
      When you come down from the hills with your dark hair flying,
      with your brown eyes shining and your little-girl smile,
      I sometimes wish I'd left you by the clear running river...
      Did I really have the right to lead you to the city lights
      and hope they wouldn't try to change your natural style?

      Sing lady - and know that the hills are waiting...
      Sing lady - success or failure, joy or pain,
      the hills will take you back again...

      It's a hard life you've chosen - but worse to deny
      such a tired old world this gift you've been given.
      It's like a little bit of moonlight on a still lake at midnight
      but with all the warmth of sunlight.... you've got a little piece of Heaven.

      So sing lady - and know that the hills are waiting...
      Sing, lady - success or failure, joy or pain
      the hills will take you back again...

      We've been on the road now, shared hopes and shared fears
      and through laughter and tears you've been quite a girl...
      For what it's worth now, hey little sister,
      I wouldn't have missed ya - not for the world!

      CHORUS:
      When you come down from the hills with your dark hair flying,
      with your brown eyes shining and your little-girl smile,
      I sometimes wish I'd left you by the clear running river...
      Did I really have the right to lead you to the city lights
      and hope they wouldn't try to change your natural style?
      Please don't let them ever change your natural style.

      Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1977