Boot Hill Lyrics

The wolf moon throws its silver light on my duvet

I lie unsleeping in the milky glow

The night is cold I sense the bite of winter

Jack Frost begins to weave his mosaic throw

Sleep persists to claim me in the stillness

Too much endeavour for a weary mind

Eventually my eyes give way to blackness

And through the solace of my dreams I wind

The grey streets bend to the rainbows end

Where the green fields greet me like a long lost friend

I reminisce I can resist

It helps me circumvent life's great abyss

Dull pavement takes me past the rows of houses

Then along the jitty to the cemetery

I meander slowly through the crooked headstones

Up to the chapel and its sanctuary

I stare across the valley from boot hill

The stand at Crich attracts my searching eyes

And briefly I surrender to reflection

And float subconscious in the mackerel skies

The grey streets bend to the rainbows end

Where the green fields greet me like a long lost friend

I reminisce I can resist

It helps me circumvent life's great abyss