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with empty pockets and a heavy heart I boarded the boat that would take me away the cliffs got smaller as we reacjed the channel then finally disappeared in the spray it was more than London I was leavong behind the faces and towns that I know so well the pubs and buses and streets I've climbed White Horse Bank and Gabriel's Hill I went for a visit and I stayed for years I#d never believed I could be there still now love and the language have taken their toll Letras de cancionesand made me a stranger to Gabriel's Hill and I feel like an exile the older I've grown I feel like an exile in my own home some cold morning I'll hear the call and angels will come to ring that bell six white horses will cross the waters and carry me back to Gabriel's Hill From Letras Mania