Way Back In The Hollow Copyright © Graham Henderson APRA 2007 Way back in the hollow. Below every mountain I have known. There’s a fountain of sweet water. Where the best grasses are grown. And every one who stops to rest. And drink that nectar from the ground. Walks away the better for. Laying their burden down. When you’ve got troubles. Piling all around Go find that hollow. Where peace bubbles from the ground. Drink your fill of honesty. Then face that climb once more. And you make it to the top. A better person than before. Every mountain has its fountain. Though they can be hard to find. There is no map or sign post. Other than written in your mind. But be aware it is there. If you dare to hunt around. For that grotto called tranquillity. Where new hope is always found. Its there, way back in the hollow, flowing. Below every mountain I have ever known.