The Heather on the Hill - Andy Williams (安迪·威廉姆斯)
The mist of May is in the gloamin'
And all the clouds are holdin' still
So take my hand
And let's go roamin' through the heather on the hill
The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder
There's lazy music in the rill
And all I want to do is wander
Through the heather on the hill
There may be other days as rich and rare
There may be other springs as full and fair
But they won't be the same
They'll come and go
For this I know
That when the mist is in the gloamin'
If you're not there I won't go roamin'
The heather on the hill