Imprimer - Paroles Mania

with empty pockets and a heavy heart

I boarded the boat that would take me away

the cliffs got smaller as we reacjed the channel

then finally disappeared in the spray

it was more than London I was leavong behind

the faces and towns that I know so well

the pubs and buses and streets I've climbed

White Horse Bank and Gabriel's Hill

I went for a visit and I stayed for years

I#d never believed I could be there still

now love and the language have taken their toll

and made me a stranger to Gabriel's Hill

and I feel like an exile the older I've grown

I feel like an exile in my own home

some cold morning I'll hear the call

and angels will come to ring that bell

six white horses will cross the waters

and carry me back to Gabriel's Hill

From Paroles Mania