Music  & Lyrics Copyright © by David Nevin

22 White crosses, at the bottom of the hill
22 lost souls, still waiting to cross the ford
Crossing that bridge, crossing the race of the mill
22 white crosses, at the bottom of the hill

I see the river, at the bottom of the hill
Crossing the arches, running along the weir,
On the south bank, looking back at the mill
I’ve crossed the river knowing others that never will 

I’ve travelled this well worn way
Where monarchs have had their day
When horse’s hooves trod
And sparks flew in the night
On open fires with sod
In a land of little light 

22 White crosses, at the bottom of the hill
22 lost souls, still waiting to cross the ford
Crossing that bridge, crossing the race of the mill
22 white crosses, at the bottom of the hill 

Today we live in fear
Lest the horses we cannot hear
Come trundling down that hill
Past resurrected walls
Thirsty engines which maim and kill
Hush, we can hear them call 

22 White crosses, at the bottom of the hill
22 lost souls, still waiting to cross the ford
On the south bank, looking back at the mill
I’ve crossed the river knowing others that never will
I’ve crossed the southbank knowing others that never will