I Saw a Man Lying Dead on the Hill

 

I Saw a Man Lying Dead on the Hill

I saw a man lying dead, on the hill,

on the way back to the caravan site;

his blue eyes were glazed and wide open still.

Down in Polperro, upon a pub meal

Washed down with cider and sparkling white,

I saw a man lying dead on the hill.

His half-smoked cigarette lay burning, till

nature stepped in and put out the light;

his blue eyes were glazed and wide open still.

Drunk, on holiday, with two weeks to kill;

caravan-bound; turning in for the night,

I saw a man lying dead on the hill.

His wife inconsolable; how must it feel?

No one could comfort her, try as they might;

his blue eyes were glazed and wide open still;

and thirty years on, I take a heart pill,

reflecting, and drinking strong spirits in spite:

I saw a man lying dead on the hill;

His blue eyes were glazed and wide open still.