Culnakirk Hill from Lonely Hummingbird by Andrew Howie

Alone at the end
Of a Sunday school day
Kathryn taught me all
The words I should say
How to open the door
And let in the light
The tired old metaphors
That somehow seemed right

I couldn’t resist
Disrupting the choir
But when the lights went out
You called a cease-fire
Ushered outside
With barely a sound
You didn't blame me for
The darkness I’d found

A cold Christmas night
Silent family feuds
Half cut on cider I
Escaped to the woods
In cigarette smoke
And chilled to the bone
The silence pulls me in close
So I’m not alone

On Culnakirk Hill
With it’s turns and it’s twists
I'm begging for my life
And shaking my fist
I hit hard on the brakes
And sense my deepest fear
Is that when I call or curse your name
There’s no-one who hears

Still at the end
Of a Sunday School day
I teach my son all the words
I think he should say
How to open the door
And let in the light
The tired old metaphors
That still somehow seem right

• Alternative
• Scotland
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom