Greenhow Hill - Magna Carta

Well it’s a miners warnin', and a cold dark sky

the road is climbin', to the stars above

it’s a wild land that asks no quarter

and a bitter wind that beguiles the sun

and every stone, weeps for the memory

of those who died, and those who lost

and the legions came, and stayed to conquer

they thought forever, but fate said no

and the holy man who followed after

dug for metal, on the hill

and they cursed the gods of winter

that bound the land of snow

and gave blessings, for the springtime

when the sun came shining through

and the songs they sang, were songs of hopin'

hopin' for the goodtimes still

now all that remains are the names on the graves

of those who died on Greenhow Hill

And from the shires and from the lowlands

travelling people, with the gypsy bones

sinking shafts and hard rock drivin'

the toil was hard oh as the day was long

of mother loads and fates like silver

when danger, was just an alibi life was

cheap and death came easy the

cold stole all your senses

in the Hades, of the mind

and the songs they sang, were songs of hopin'

hopin' for the goodtimes still

now all that remains are the names on the graves

of those who died on Greenhow Hill