Poems about Hill Rise House, Nevis.
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Poems about Hill Rise House, Nevis. |
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THE HOUSE ON THE HILL |
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Lots of rain and frost with snow and fog to come There's a cold front from the Atlantic Michael Fish is having fun Forecasting weather terrible to drive you round the bend And a gloomy predictive promise that winter will never end. So as wind howls round the trees we dream of warmth, heat and haze We close our eyes and fancy of an island in the sun Of lapping seas and palm trees, and swimming pools and fun. The island's name is Nevis, - its where Nelson wed his spouse And in gardens of bougainvillea there's a place called Hill Rise House. Half way up a mountain overlooking the Carib Sea It's a perfect house, a perfect home, a glorious place to be. But dreams are only make believe, They draw quickly to a close, The idyllic world they show us soon fades and dims and goes. Once again you waken up - for reality prepare With only a wonderful memory - did it happen, was it real, was I there? But as you make your return To the bite of winter's chill This time the dream was true, we were in the house on the hill. We swam in the warm sea, lay under the sun for hours Soaked up the perfumed air from a thousand tropical flowers Yes, we really came to Nevis, paradise afar And the dream came true for all of us Thanks to Patrick and Dietmar. |
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