There are clouds hanging over
yon Caradon Hill;
like the clouds hanging over my head;
but the breeze will blow
and those clouds will go,
mine shall be with me ‘til I’m dead.
There are clouds hanging over
yon Caradon Hill;
like the clouds hanging over my head;
but the breeze will blow
and those clouds will go,
mine shall be with me ‘til I’m dead.