Seven Hills Of Gold

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Weir

A new Bob Weir song played by Furthur. This is a first shot at the lyrics any help gratefully received.

Days were growing shorter
Nights were turning cold
Though the words cost us [?]
Still might this tale be told

Crystal ball said nothing
Cards could not be read
We were left to reckon
By way of dreams instead

Left to find our way back home
Travel where we came
Firefly light, though dark of night
Footprints in the sand

Left to swim or sink or crawl
If I may be so bold
Blinded by the shimmering throne
Seven hills of gold

Seven hills of gold, my love
Seven hills of gold
Recorded in eternity
Seven hills of gold

Running backwards through the blaze
Shooting stars to guide us
Plunging helpless in this maze
To rise again in silence

Startled sighs of wonderment
Flow in tears of sorrow
Travelling with presentment
Visions of tomorrow

Seven hills of gold, my love
Seven hills of gold
Recorded in eternity
Seven hills of gold

Fame and fortune come and go
For reasons we can tell
Rose without [?]
How best to use them all

Silent day and [?] night
Tending to forever
What is pleasing to the sight
Rolls off like a feather

Seven hills of gold, love
Seven hills of gold
Recorded in eternity
Seven hills of gold

We're blown off like a feather
We'll continue wings to fly
Still the dark and the weather
Where shines an endless sky

Who can coumt the tears we weep
Devil knows where they have gone
Go home and get a good night's sleep
We'll set forth in the dawn

So when I'm left to think about
Five hundred years from now
Don't forget, despite the doubts
Shine across the plough

Days are growing shorter
Nights are getting cold
Though the wind cause trees to bend
This tale may yet be told

Seven hills of gold, my love
Seven hills of gold
Recorded in eternity
Seven hills of gold

Seven hills of gold, my love
Seven hills of gold
Recorded in eternity
Seven hills of gold