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  1. The Harp on the Hill
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Lyrics

The Harp on the Hill

Calling and calling a haunting refrain
Whispered on the wind and written on the rain

The legend abides of true lovers denied
And a promise that never could be
For duty and pride swept their beauty aside
Overruled by an ancient decree

And they sowed in a line trees hazel and pine
To catch the wind’s songs as they’re sighin’
And now calling and calling their love songs remain
Whispered on the wind and written on the rain

Even now their sweet serenade lingers
And the harp that is playing there still
Strums the breeze with long leafy fingers
As they wished so it always will

The song of the sun, the hymn of the moon
And the chime of a tune ever turning
Oh down all the years to our hearts and our ears
Come the chords of a love ever burning

Yes it has its own rhyme and it has its own reason
For love knows no time or no season
So calling and calling and echoing after
The sound of their voices the sound of their laughter
They are gone, gone and only songs remain

Whispered on the wind and written on the rain
Whispered on the wind and written on the rain

© Des Wade 2017