Verse 1

At the border post the snow came down

And sealed the ruts along the road

I kept your letter in my coat

Beside the key to our old home

Chorus

I carry the hill inside my chest

The well, the gate, the orchard wall

Though every mile pulls me farther west

Your name is the place I still call home

Verse 2

The station clock was five past two

A porter lifted up my case

You pressed a loaf into my hands

And held my gaze, then turned away

Chorus

I carry the hill inside my chest