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The Far Green Hill - The Cheeky Celt
I leave my love
on the far green hill
where the stones sit low
and the world is still
the wind blew cold
the sky turned grey
I walked away
but my heart stayed
Cold wind on the mountain
calling my name
moving through the graveyard
like a low flame
Lord, hear me
where I stand
take what I can't carry
hold it in your hand
Mama's old Bible
thin worn pages
names of our people
from other ages
I read old Job
when I can't sleep
why do you give
and why do you keep
Cold wind on the mountain
calling my name
blowing through the graveyard
like a low flame
Lord, hear me
in this land
take what I can't carry
fold it in your hand
Hear me
this isn't what I planned
take what I can't carry
hold it in your hand
