When my friend and neighbour, Christie Gaughan, told me how he'd worked in the U.S. for many years, but always missed his home in Ireland, I thought it would be a good idea for a song. Unfortunately, the Irish 'feel' of the music is something a bit alien to me. Still, I've had a go at it, and if it ever makes it to our studio, I've got lots of Irish singers and musicians that can do it justice. There are more Irish people living in the U.S. U.K. and Australia, than here in Ireland!
All instruments and vocals are mine.
As I walk the streets of old Philadelphia, I look at the sky above.
Those buildings so tall, I couldn’t see over them, and I dream of the hills that I love
I remember my home place so dearly, and the view I can see every day.
Thoughts of old friends keep coming back to me, and the folks that are so far away
High on the hill, (I see my homeplace). I miss it still, (that wide open space).
Can’t wait until, (I pack my case). And I’m back on that hill, (high on the hill).
Though I’m far away, (I miss it still). It’s so hard to stay, (can’t wait until).
Maybe one day, (I’ll find the will). I’ll go back to my hill, (high on the hill).
I’ve built a good life here in America, and my family are happy to stay.
But I’ve got a hankering after Old Ireland, and I know they won’t stand in my way.
I could show the children my home place, and teach them all the old ways.
Once more we’d be with our folks and our friends again. This time we’d be home to stay
High on the hill, (I see my homeplace). I miss it still, (that wide open space).
Can’t wait until, (I pack my case). And I’m back on that hill, (high on the hill).
Though I’m far away, (I miss it still). It’s so hard to stay, (can’t wait until).
Maybe one day, (I’ll find the will). I’ll go back to my hill, (high on the hill).
Maybe one day, (I’ll find the will). I’ll go back to my hill, (high on the hill).
High on the hill.