I watched her turn against the wind Another year begins its end She's held her time against the change A people lost without a trace A noble history a place A long road travelled on the line Another winter to survive She walks with dignity and pride She was the queen of all the hill Where the bracken turns to gold And she's waiting for me still She was the queen Of the Hill She was the queen Of the hill For many years her life goes by Her laughter filled the broken skies Where on the walk through summer's fields The bender birchwood where she kneels The open fire, the fisher's pool The poacher's lamp, the milking stool The children laughing where they ran The smoke-stained clothes, the seasons's plan To where the cart-tracks turn no more A changing world, the Northern shore