The Heather on the Hill

The Heather on the Hill - David Brooks/Marion Bell

Can't we two go walking together

Out beyond the valley of trees

Out where there's a hillside of heather

Curtsying gently in the breeze

That's what i'd like to do see the heather but with you

The mist of may is in the gloamin

And all the clouds are holding still

So take my hand and let's go roaming

Through the heather on the hill

The morning dew is blinking 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

And all the clouds are holding still

If you're not there i won't go roamin

Through the heather on the hill

The heather on the hill

The mist of may is in the gloamin

And all the clouds are holding still

So take my hand and let's go roaming

Through the heather on the hill

The morning dew is blinking 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

And all the clouds are holding still

And all the clouds are holding still

If you're not there i won't go roamin

Through the heather on the hill

The heather on the hill