Alone on the hill

Alone again on this night,I sit on this hill
I gaze across the land all is silent and still.

The sun is saying goodnight,the stars say hello
As the sleepy village begins to light up below.
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Alone i sit in silence looking across the vast plains I hear.
The faint sound from the castle pub full of laughs, songs and cheer.

As the evening chill begins to ripe
The only warmth I have is from my small wooden pipe.

Alone again without no friends,family or sweetheart.
Only the cold and nestin birds to keep me company as I admire the Lord's Art.

 The sky is now black, and light from towns now fill these lands.
Full of family's and loved ones whilst alone I think and stand.

I think back awhile of when I were just a lad
next to a raw open fire eating tea made by my dad.
I think of the warmth I had when I was loved and fed.
What I would give to have a nice cup of tea,hot bath and my very own bed.

Now read what i say, from a old man with a white beard
Whos wish he believes deserves to be heard

Hear me! i cry, who eats berries and sleeps on a farmers hay and straw
Please be greatful,keep the love of your friends and family raw

Before you lose it all ,you still have a chance
Before it all goes in a single glance.
Say I love you, and thank you, that Is my only will!
Before you sit like me, alone on this hill.