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Julian Dawson - Gabriels hill with empty pockets and a heavy heart I boarded the boat that would take me away the cliffs got smaller as we reached the Channel then finally disappeared in the spray it was more than London I was leaving behind the faces and towns I know so well the pubs and buses and streets I've climbed White Horse Bank and Gabriel's Hill and I feel like an exile the older I've grown SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania