HEARTBREAK HILL.
In Ipswich town, not far from the sea,
Rises a hill which the people call
Heartbreak Hill, and its history
Is an old, old legend, known to all.
Rises a hill which the people call
Heartbreak Hill, and its history
Is an old, old legend, known to all.
The self-same dreary, worn-out tale
Told by all peoples in every clime,
Still to be told till the ages fail,
And there comes a pause in the march of Time.
Told by all peoples in every clime,
Still to be told till the ages fail,
And there comes a pause in the march of Time.
It was a sailor who won the heart
Of an Indian maiden, lithe and young;
And she saw him over the sea depart,
While sweet in her ear his promise rung;
Of an Indian maiden, lithe and young;
And she saw him over the sea depart,
While sweet in her ear his promise rung;
For he cried, as he kissed her wet eyes dry,
"I'll come back, sweetheart; keep your faith
She said, "I will watch while the moons go by:"
Her love was stronger than life or death.
"I'll come back, sweetheart; keep your faith
She said, "I will watch while the moons go by:"
Her love was stronger than life or death.
