Looking out at all the people The stranger stares out from the steeple Gazing through the eye machines Searching for a face he's never seen Keeping always very secret And the flowers grow from nowhere And the monsters stay in line And 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight And the roundmen scrape their gardens And the hills are still alive And 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight The boys are hiding in the mountains Drinking from the streams and fountains Sipping from a cup of stone This is where they made their hidden home Keeping always very secret And the flowers grow from nowhere And the monsters stay in line And 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight And the roundmen scrape their gardens And the hills are still alive And 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight