This might be the most accomplished Soundrops lyric. I found the line beyond these hills there is Kingdom Come somewhere at the turn of the millenium and the first verse came to me in 2003. I sensed something important was to come, and perhaps that was why I seemed unable to move on, captured within the image of myself dancing on a hill in Duszniki Zdrój (Bad Reinerz) under altocumulus clouds, in the middle of the summer back there in the eighties, somehow without any threatening shadow of the imminent school year. These holiday trips had our family at the most loving, and this memory-to-be was to remain vivid despite the passing years.
The rest was fittingly written in this very kingdom of the Kłodzko Basin (with the surrounding ranges), along the blue track from Karłów to Duszniki, when I was gathering ideas for the Friends album and my head opened anew for a while. It managed to comprise both the pastures in the Bystrzyckie Hills (the slopes of Mount Mouflon) and the aerial in Krasne Potockie where friend Witek (of Witek & Gero and the PC project) lived, as well as of course the Psalm 23 reference. The song (no longer past) is obviously ahead of the real me (as I believe is the case with most artists, after all they herald the things which are slightly above them, [did I say slightly?]), but I hope to reach the hills not too late.
And obviously it’s only a prelude to the Real Thing anyway.