Martha Tilston
"Zennor Hill"

She had seabreeze hair, sun in her skin.
They charged into the ocean like horses wild.
We built castles, we dipped in
I watched them and
wished I'd been a Viking child.

There we stood on top of Zennor Hill
In the bud of life
And the land was still.

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill

We walked all day to St. Ives Bay
And the Clementine sun it burnt our London skin.
Wild and happy-tired we ambled over hills
Beside the Cornish sea glowed as the sun fell in
And there she was our glistening harbor town.
Into the cobbled streets we ran down.

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill

Well we had seabreeze hair, sun in our skin
We charged into the ocean like horses wild.
Wild and happy-tired we ambled through the waves
There the Corninsh sea glowed as the land was still
There we stood below our Zennor Hill
In the bud of life
And the land was still.

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay High on Zennor Hill