Misty eyes, on a misty day
   come across a place like this along your way
   you walk straight in to that sweet and tender trap
   and you know you’re lost and found and there is no going back
  
   spend the rest of your life playing all the hardest games
   just to get back to that place again
   and the memories, oh no they stick to you
   and you know there’s not a thing, not a single thing you can do
   on chisel hill
  
   I’ve been ten thousand miles from this place and seen it I swear
   I’ve woke up happy, thinking I was there
   it’s a place that I love it’s were I want to be
   and I won’t give up until I get to see
  
   a little something in there to call my own
   pass the time of day and head off home
   the evening shadows on the dry-stone walls
   the night draws in and the ale-house calls
  
   and happy I will be
   when the road goes no further than what I see
   when past here is nowhere to go
   and I ain’t going to give up until I get to see
   those angel’s eyes looking up at me
   the prince of peace and time is standing still
   on chisel hill