HIGH ABOVE THE CITY LIGHTS
by PATRICK ‘DRUMMER’ ROBINSON © 1975
( The old Cavehill overlooks the city of Belfast )
When daylight dies and the night wind cries,
I think of you, my sweet –
Of bygone days and young love ways –
Two hearts that fondly beat.
On the old Cavehill – I see us still,
In the magic summer nights,
Just strolling there without a care –
High above the city lights.
O we were young and had our dreams,
The future held no dread –
For ‘neath the stars the world was ours –
And soon we would be wed.
The date was named by Father Liam –
A day in warm July,
And all was love, sweet joy and love,
Beneath the summer sky.
To our small abode on the New Lodge Road,
I took you as my bride –
In the days to come there was joy and fun –
Sometimes a storm to ride.
But our love was strong and our hearthstone warm –
We always saw it through,
And in our home ‘mid rafters’ groan,
Our children bloomed and grew.
Now the wains are gone – they’re not young long,
They’ve families of their own –
Just you and I, our hearts don’t cry –
We’re once again alone –
To live our love from God above,
Again those magic nights,
On the old Cavehill, two lovers still –
High above the city lights.
When daylight dies and the night wind cries,
I think of you, my sweet –
Of bygone days and young love ways –
Two hearts that fondly beat.
On the old Cavehill – I see us still,
In the magic summer nights,
Just strolling there without a care –
High above the city lights.
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