Living under the Hill
Under the shadow of the hillI have lived long and still
Dark and old a beauty to behold
Many a memory I have made
In the sun an in its shade
Many a year has passed me by
As I watched the young ones
grow and say goodbye
Happy times memories one and all
To tell my children when I recall
Beautiful mountains very high
Living in your shadow I will die
But you go on for ever it seems
As I leave my memories in your
caves of dreams
Future generations will live on
They will climb high and look beyond
Blue skies sometimes grey
Will be there for ever and a day
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