I Saw a Man Lying Dead on the Hill
I saw a man lying dead, on the hill,
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.
