Upon the hill

Oh my love he had to leave
in the early break of morning
the soldiers took him out of bed
without a single warning

It went so fast I could´nt put
the arms around my man
I prayed to heaven bring him back
My dear Lord – if you can.

He took the horse to follow them
a helmet on his head
I cried each single day and night
so lonesome in my bed.

In the brightest summer sun
I brought our girl to life
but that he couldn´t be around
just cut me like a knife.

Years went by my daughter asked:
“Will Daddy come back home?
Or will we stay together here,
forever on our own?”

I got down to my knees
went softly through her hair
and answered: “I can´t tell my dear
´cause life´s not always fair.”

In my dreams I saw his death,
he died out in the fields.
There were so many bodies lying,
blood was on their shields.

With this dream I went to see
the pastor of our town
and he said: “Don´t you lose your faith
´cause God won´t let you down.”

Later then the other day
they said, he won´t come back
He died so brave and for one year
my clothes all were black.

There was something left for me
they gave to me his ring,
so I got still a memory
of the one that made me sing.

Now that my girl will merry soon
my present for her is
the golden ring from Daddys hand
and a tender kiss.

It´s good to know that life goes on
and though I´m grey and old
I ask you just to keep the faith
and now my story´s told.

© Simone Arnold

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