High In The Hills Songtext
von Guy Fletcher

Open sail and row boats
A hundred or more
Home through the rain-shine
Bring mackerel ashore
For salting and shipping
To beyond the sunset
Where our future may lie
If we abandon the net


And a hundred years on
There′s a breathtaking view
The North wall is ancient
As the sun and the moon
Stories and folklore
Don't mention the sea
Just the Corrie lakes
High in the hills above me

The unthinkable ocean
Where brave men still die
Wasn′t part of this landscape
Just mountain and sky
The hills are as old
As the Monday night dance
We won't come out no more
We won't come out no more


And a hundred years on
There′s a breathtaking view
The North wall is ancient
But the window is new
Stories and folklore
Don′t mention the sea
Just the Corrie lakes
High in the hills above me