There's a Chill on the Hill Tonight - Jimmie Davis

There’s a chill on the hill tonight

As I gazed through a hazy light

Oh my darling can’t you see only you can set me free

From the chill on the hill tonight

I stand tonight under the old weeping willow tree

Where you and I used to stroll a long long time ago

And you know in dreams and fold memories I’m drifting back again

To an altar to a little church in the valley

And I see a golden band on your beautiful hand

And somehow I think of all the things that might have been