The Hills of South Armagh lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn

Seem a long way from my home

People rushing onwards

Going to and coming from

You bid them time of day and

They look the other way

And so you end up just like them

And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green

Where the air is pure and clean

Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams

Although I’ve travelled far

The hills of south Armagh

Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment

Is a junkie’s alleyway

My children speak in accents

Not like mine

My old man’s working two jobs

We don’t see him much these days

Oh, we’d be happy if

We only had the time

Where the grass is fresh and green

Where the air is pure and clean

Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams

Although I’ve travelled far

The hills of south Armagh

Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now

And the work keeps getting scarcer every day

Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home

To leave the ones you love

Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Where the grass is fresh and green

Where the air is pure and clean

Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams

Although I’ve travelled far

The hills of south Armagh

Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

Where the grass is fresh and green

Where the air is pure and clean

Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams

Although I’ve travelled far

The hills of south Armagh

Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

• Artist:Frances Black
• Album:This Love Will Carry