Listen to the echo on the hill 'A comin' your way It's decaying fast, the sound of yesterday Listen to the echo on the hill that lonesome whine Like the rocks and rills or the crops at harvest time Like the swelling rush of water when the creeks are getting high Or the wind that comes ripping off the mountain A familiar haze or midnight blaze that permeates the horizon Listen to the echo on the hill it's going away And we'll soon be washed in the light of a new day Listen to the echo on the hill it never lets down It's the sound of home as you drift from town to town From the cozy little holler to the big city shore You can ramble all around and back again But the vibrations will follow you just like an old long lost friend Listen to the echo on the hill that clarion call When you hear it ring bringing hope to one and all, one and all Listen, listen, listen to the echo on the hill