Текст песни Jack Roberts (1699 - 1749) - Manning

Not a cloud in the sky
Up here on lonely mountain
Is that a tear in my eye?
Caught out by a memory
And every time I feel the wind...

No passers by
Up here on lonely mountain
Silence is the king of the hill
Lost in my own condition
And every time I watch the trees...

There's no comfort in the hermit life
Cut off from the warmth of being
I thought it could have been paradise
But I was fooling myself
'Cos every time I hear your name...

Such a terrible climb
Up the face of lonely mountain
Ravaged by the passing of time
No mirror will record it
And every time I close my eyes...

There's no comfort in the hermit life
Cut off from the warmth of beings
I though it could have been paradise
But I was only fooling myself...

Not a cloud in the sky
Up here on lonely mountain
Is that a tear in my eye?
Caught out by a memory
And every time I feel the wind...

There's no comfort in the hermit life
Cut off from the warmth of beings
I though it could have been paradise
But I was only fooling myself...