Greg Harper

Lyrics

The drop on the rope, was 7’3”, as I lowered my equipment down
I was excavating Blackpatch Hill, a few miles north of town
It had been my lifelong passion, since the end of World War One
With Cissbury, Church, and Harrow Hill, my work’d be done

For years I charted the flint mines, the tools of their trade
I dug the shafts, collated records, of items that they made
It was the day before Remembrance Day, when my final bell was tolled
I was working as a bank guard, so my story is told

But up on Blackpatch Hill
The stars are shining still
Up on Blackpatch, up on Blackpatch, up on Blackpatch Hill

He came from Chiswick, London, been in trouble since the age of eight
Stole a car, headed south, to see what he could take
And fate dealt me a cruel blow, as I opened up that day
A shotgun blast, future cast, life, taken away

But up on Blackpatch Hill
The stars are shining still
Up on Blackpatch, up on Blackpatch, up on Blackpatch Hill

And after all my service, and the justice of the crown
The drop on the rope, was 7’3”, as the hangman dropped him down