The Heather on the Hill

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'

And all the clouds are holdin' still

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

Through the heather on the hill

The heather on the hill