Lonely by day, empty and cold; Only to say lo and behold. Deep in the night, down in my dreams; Most glorious sight this soul has seen.. There's a well on the hill; you just can't kill for Jesus; A well on the hill - let it be. Don't build no heathen temple where the Lord's done laid his hand; A well on the hill - let it be. Everyone's talking 'bout the Gospel story. Some shall sink and some shall rise... Everyone's talking 'bout the train to glory, But it's a long, long time till it gets to ya... Well on the hill... just can't kill for Jesus... Well on the hill - let it be. No, don't build no heathen temples Where the Lord has done Laid his hand. Well on the hill - let it be. Come on, and let it be. Oh, let it be, um yeah, ooh...
