Gabriels hill Songtext

von Julian Dawson

Julian Dawson - Gabriels hill

With empty pockets and a heavy heart
I boarded the boat that would take me away
The cliffs got smaller as we reached the Channel
Then finally disappeared in the spray

It was more than London I was leaving behind
The faces and towns I know so well
The pubs and buses and streets I've climbed
White Horse Bank and 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