Gordon Haskell Hambledon Hill
We walked in the sun on a Saturday morning
You and the baby on Hambledon Hill
And the passing of time was your friend for the asking
And all you were asking was the passing of time
And the whole of my world stood so wonderfully still
And I knew I was tumbling head over heel
And all in the space of a Saturday morning
High on Hambledon Hill
All I remember was not really knowing
Where we were going on Hambledon Hill
The pain you had gone through, the dream you held onto
No longer mattered on Hambledon Hill
And the whole of my world stood so wonderfully still
And I knew I was tumbling head over heel
And all in the space of a Saturday morning
High on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
And if you should need me one Saturday morning
I will be walking on Hambledon Hill
I'll turn every stone there for what I have known there
For it all lies buried on Hambledon Hill
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put us together again
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put us together again
And all in the space of a Saturday morning
High on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
It all hangs in my head
All of the heaven on Hambledon Hill
