Wild Rolling Hills, a song for alienated fathers: http://www.myspace.com/video/rid/110567059

Lyrics:

Wild Rolling Hills

When the summer time was coming And the trees were gently blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grew around the blooming heather In the wild rolling hills Oh that’s where I met your mother In the wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather In the wild rolling hills

When the summer time was on us She became my mystic rose In enchanted gardens Where no-one ever goes In the wild rolling hills Oh that’s where I met..

Well I weaved us both a bower By the clear crystal fountain And I covered it with flowers From all around the mountain And the wild rolling hills Oh that’s where I met your mother etc.

We were young we didn’t tarry As the leaves were slowly turning That summer we did marry Among the blooming heather In the wild rolling hills Oh that’s

Far From The Wild rolling Hills

Then with the winter turning and springtime coming on We moved down to the valley Where our baby girl was born A child can never know the love For a daughter or a son Until she’s grown and flown the nest And a parent she’s become

And I loved you like I loved her In the green and fertile dale A man, a woman and a baby In a cottage in a vale But times were hard and work was tough I had to move away For a job in the city And to bring home better pay

As the years rolled on and time passed by Then things began to change I hardly even noticed The dying of the flame I walked again in gardens That once had been enchanted But now those magic places Were no more than just haunted

So as you were growing bigger I felt us drift apart So I stopped working in the town And came back to re-start But then your mother told me That my race was run And I never had second chance For she had found someone

Back to The Wild Rolling Hills

I had no job, no home, no wife You were all I had The only thing that saw me through Was trying to be your Dad So every second weekend I came back to the Glen But your step-dad put a stop to that And now I’ve nothing left

If I could only see you To say how much I care I’m you’d understand The love I want to share But I know your mother’s poisoned Your innocent little heart And nothing I can tell you Can change her lying words

So I hope you can forgive me Now I’ve nothing left to lose You were the only thing I lived for And now that door has closed I only ask they bury me By the clear crystal fountain And cover me with flowers from all around the mountain

So that I can lie forever Neath the wild mountain thyme Where I first loved your mother In the wild rolling hills