Quisiera Tener Un Monte

I wish I had a hill
In a small-town place
To hear in the evening
The voices of all the birds

To guard their nests
Blade of grass, thorn, feather, or mud
Hidden among the cool
Resounding shade of the tree

I wish I had a hill
In a small-town place

I wish I had a hill
To feel the sacred
At the hour when silence
Weaves the rounds of song

To take my guitar
Deeper into the hill, step by step
And there let it sleep
On the branches of a tree

Maybe a little pair of birds
Will make a nest in it
While my shadow fades
Lonely through the field

I wish I had a hill
In a small-town place