Andrew Mcintyre Poet Ballad

Lament On a Hill

Lament on a Hill

                                                            Theres a shadow on a hill,
Under an inky black sky
A tear in a curtain,
As the old passes away
Faces etched in pain,
As a fiddler plays a sad refrain.

Lament on a rain soaked hill
Slowly and quietly played
For a dream seemingly dead
On a far forgotten hill.

To bring a dream of freedom
From perditions heavy yoke
Words of salvation and grace
From a voice softly spoke
Salt water from deep blue eyes
With a message for the wise.

Lament on a rain soaked hill
On a fiddle made of ancient oak
By fingers young and nimble
On a far forgotten hill.

Andrew McIntyre     .

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