#3 For Slieve Croob from Afar (One Hour Songwriting Challenge)

My third song written in one hour. This song is about Slieve Croob, a mountain that I could see from my childhood bedroom. Slieve Croob along with the rest of the Dromara Hills and the Mourne Mountains beyond them, created a fantastic, postcard-like vista that I saw every morning through changing seasons. Growing up I never realised how lucky I was to have this view every day. Now that I'm ten thousand miles away and my view is the wall of an office block next door I do miss that familiar sight. If you're new be sure to check out my instagram for more musical stuff! - instagram.com/joshgilmoremusic Lyrics: How you did greet me on a winter’s morn Cotton fog rolling down your face You ageless hills watching since I was born You brought some magic to that place All of our friends who would call by Wondered at your shape on the vermillion sky I took for granted all your majesty Until I said good bye I remember that winter when the snow hung round til April in your shadow And the day we climbed up to your hallowed ground Beholding all that stood below Miles and miles of endless green The mounts of Mourne, the Irish Sea So raise a shout for old Hoof Mountain Towering tall o’er miles around The cradle of the River Lagan Deep in the heart of County Down And how could I ever forget Those summer skies with your dark silhouette I took for granted all your majesty As you bathed in the sunset Framed in my window like a Constable That belongs in a gallery To spread your fame I feel responsible You’re engrained in my memory Standing under clouded skies Months now since our sad good bye So now my window frames a neighbour’s wall The air condit’ning of someone else’s place I miss you summer, winter, spring and fall Cotton fog rolling down your face Cotton fog rolling down your face Cotton fog rolling down your face