Top of the Hill
Lyrics
A beautiful vista stretches below
From the top of the hill
It fills me with passion, my heart is a-glow
From the top of the hill
I was once at the bottom, now I stand proud
From the top of the hill
Once lost, I now stand out from the crowd
From the top of the hill
The clatter and clash of life’s unruly din
From the top of the hill
My senses explode as I take it all in
From the top of the hill
This is my castle and here I feel strong
Safe from all who wish me ill
I feel complete in my glorious retreat
Here at the top of the hill
The butchers and fleshers march to their trade
From the top of the hill
But no whetstone can sharpen their blunted blade
From the top of the hill
Scots prisoners held behind deep castle walls
At the top of the hill
‘All you dreamers awake!” the cathedral bell calls
From the top of the hill
And should these walls come tumbling down
I will be there fighting still
I will never retreat into helpless defeat
From the top of the hill
I watch lovers stroll along Lambton Walk
From the top of the hill
Revellers carouse, idle gossipers talk
From the top of the hill
My life has been good, let there be no regret
From the top of the hill
As I gaze from my window and watch the sun set
From the top of the hill
This is my stronghold, where I belong
And should the mood be warm or chill
I'll feel complete as I swim through the heat
From the top of the hill
For, I feel complete from my head to my feet
Here at the top of the hill
You know, I feel complete, for life is so sweet
Here at the top of the hill
(Gary Miller)
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Notes
This song was commissioned and specially-written for the upcoming project 'The Butcher Baronet', in collaboration with Lone Pine Pictures, about the 17th Century Durham City historical figure John Duck.
Other songs and tunes from this project include : -
'Elementary (Turn Turn Again)'
'Golden Journey: Through Air / Over Water / To Earth / On Fire'
'John's Jacobus (Inscription)'
'Merrily Danced The Butcher's Wife'
'Rolling on (A Hymn for John and Ann)'