Donnie Munro Queen Of The Hill
I watched her turn against the wind
Another year begins its end
She's held her time against the change
A people lost without a trace
A noble history a place
A long road travelled on the line
Another winter to survive
She walks with dignity and pride
She was the queen of all the hill
Where the bracken turns to gold
And she's waiting for me still
She was the queen
Of the Hill
She was the queen
Of the hill
For many years her life goes by
Her laughter filled the broken skies
Where on the walk through summer's fields
The bender birchwood where she kneels
The open fire, the fisher's pool
The poacher's lamp, the milking stool
The children laughing where they ran
The smoke-stained clothes, the seasons's plan
To where the cart-tracks turn no more
A changing world, the Northern shore
