(*Patricia Vonne)
The Hill of Santa Cruz*
The path of stones
That goes towards the hill
The brave cry of Domingo Pena
Asking for a miracle to kill the drought
Drought has plagued the earth
The river runs dry and the harvest died.
The closer you are to God the more likely He will listen
I prayed to the sun and to the violet moon
Holy Cross on the Hill
Holy cross on the hill
He walks the pathway of stone
That leads to the sacred hill
The brave cry of Domingo Pena
Asking for a miracle to kill the drought
The drought had plagued the ghostland
The river ran dry and the harvest died
The closer you are to God
The most likely he is to listen
He prayed to the sun and the lavender moon

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