There will be silence on the hill tonight,
No person dares to go
No shepherd take their flocks that way,
Just easterly wind doth blow.
No childhood laughter can be heard,
They all have gone away
The farmer seeks to sell the land
For baron there it lay.
It is for Michael this must be
A tale of a sadder
time
For the baby boy that he saw
A curious, but precious find
The mother no –one ever found
A slave she were thought to be
The master, such a cruel kind
Abandoned the lil' baby
But Michael took the babe in arm
And wrapped him in a fleece
He started his journey to the town
While baby did rest in peace.
But as the man climbed that fearsome hill
The wind whipped on his face
He took a step and braved the storm
But death was in that place
His footing slipped, and down he went
He crashed upon his side
Still clinging to that babe with care
He lay there paralysed
No person came that way that night
No rescue was there seen
There’s silence on that hill tonight
A curse upon the green
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