On a craggy hill a long ago winter's morning
We watched the sun hanging with the moon
We thought this bloody war would soon be over
One day soon, you said,
one day soon
But for you and me this war never ended
We fought side by side and soon we turned the gun
In this bitter twisted world of our envy
Is the battle ever won?
I often think about you in the springtime
And the summer breeze when I hear the cuckoo
shrill Autumn falls around me like a thunder
I hear you now on craggy hill
We left our dreams somewhere
on the hillside
Where the hazel and the wildflower blew
Ever since that day we parted
I lay down with the ghost of you You, the poet,
wrote about her comrades
You, the artist,
who painted her in steel
For all of you,
the vanquished revolution
I hear you now on craggy hill
I
see you now on craggy hill