Wooden Hills

[Verse]
Roberth lives in Wooden Hills, no lights to guide his way,
Just the soul that shines so bright, through the darkest night and day.
Christmas curtains hang so low, memories in the air,
His German shepherd by his side, they make a perfect pair.

[Verse 2]
On a three-plated stove he cooks, simple meals with care,
Drives a Volvo down the road, the engine's hum so rare.
Twelve inches in the locker, hidden just beneath the floor,
Dead badgers line the open field, reminders of what's in store.

[Chorus]
In the Wooden Hills he stays, far from city's blinding gleam,
No lights but the stars above, guiding him through every dream.
Roberth and his shepherd roam, through the fields with stories old,
In the shadows, his soul shines bright, a beacon pure as gold.

[Verse 3]
Silent nights in Wooden Hills, the forest whispers low,
Ancient tales of life and loss, a world he'll never know.
With every breath he takes, the air, a testament so still,
Roberth finds his peace within, in these haunted, hallowed hills.

[Bridge]
Dead badgers tell a story, of nature's ruthless hand,
Yet, through every trial he's faced, Roberth makes his stand.
His heart beaten but unbowed, his spirit never broke,
Amidst the darkness and decay, he finds his hope in oak.

[Chorus]
In the Wooden Hills he stays, far from city's blinding gleam,
No lights but the stars above, guiding him through every dream.
Roberth and his shepherd roam, through the fields with stories old,
In the shadows, his soul shines bright, a beacon pure as gold.