Omnia - Cornwall lyrics
[Omnia - Cornwall lyrics]
As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall
My true love
Broken images of memories awaken in my bones
When I do recall the land I
Left behind that was my home
Sailing out from Falmouth bay
Way back in nineteen-eighty-three
Green behind the ears, just
Fifteen years of age, well that was me
Like a fool searching for freedom
Roving further far and wide
I set out but I did not
Return upon the running tide
Where the timeless cliffs resound with
Mournful echoes of the cries
Of fearless seabirds chasing storm clouds
Though the silver sky
From the all-night clubs of west
Berlin to lonely Pyrenees
From chaotic squats in Amsterdam to
New World 'cross the sea
From the forests of New Hampshire to
The streets of London Town
Though I loved each place, I could not stay
Forever homeward bound
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and
Sway upon the rolling moors
And the sea wind blow her emerald
Kiss from north to southern shore
Where a song of stone sings out
In tune to transatlantic waves
If I could but hear that song again
My soul it would be saved
When I die as we must do one and all
Send my body home to Cornwall
Place my bones down with my heart
Beneath the standing stone
Put white cross on black field standing
On my coffin then I'll finally rest in peace
Within the arms of KERNOW, my true love
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall
My true love
Broken images of memories awaken in my bones
When I do recall the land I
Left behind that was my home
Sailing out from Falmouth bay
Way back in nineteen-eighty-three
Green behind the ears, just
Fifteen years of age, well that was me
Like a fool searching for freedom
Roving further far and wide
I set out but I did not
Return upon the running tide
Where the timeless cliffs resound with
Mournful echoes of the cries
Of fearless seabirds chasing storm clouds
Though the silver sky
From the all-night clubs of west
Berlin to lonely Pyrenees
From chaotic squats in Amsterdam to
New World 'cross the sea
From the forests of New Hampshire to
The streets of London Town
Though I loved each place, I could not stay
Forever homeward bound
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and
Sway upon the rolling moors
And the sea wind blow her emerald
Kiss from north to southern shore
Where a song of stone sings out
In tune to transatlantic waves
If I could but hear that song again
My soul it would be saved
When I die as we must do one and all
Send my body home to Cornwall
Place my bones down with my heart
Beneath the standing stone
Put white cross on black field standing
On my coffin then I'll finally rest in peace
Within the arms of KERNOW, my true love