Wild Heather Running

[Julie]

Wild Heather Running

Wild heather running the bountiful glen

until sweet darling they should meet once again

their footsteps spoke lightly across the green of the grass

hearin' words of lovin' from his young highland lass

His coarse woolen cloak across his shoulders hung vast

would their love prove the seasons, and indeed would it last

the lad looked with love, a devotion so true

his lass replied... her golden eyes sprinkled with blue

 

Tomorrow at dawn her lad would set sail

no longer would she see him, by brook or by tarn

their hands would not speak, nor their voices caress

for their lands could not marry with the two lovers apart

she lived by farming, and her brother by art

she would wait on the shoreline, her lids closed down low

and dream the dreaming for when her sweetheart came home

 

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Julie

Dec 2012