Ed Miller - Heather On The Moor (Lowlander, 2000) | Текст песни

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• Heather On The Moor (Lowlander, 2000)

As I roved out of a bright May morning
Calm and clear was the weather
Well I chanced to roam some miles from home
Among the beautiful blooming heather

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
And I chanced to roam some miles from home
Among the beautiful blooming heather
And it’s heather on the moor

As I roved along with my hunting song
And my heart as light as any feather
I met a pretty maid along the way
She was tripping the dew down from the heather

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
And I met a pretty maid along the way
She was tripping the dew down from the heather
And it’s heather on the moor.

Where are you going to my pretty fair maid?
By hill or dale come tell me whether
Right modestly she answered me
To the feeding of my lamb’s together

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
Right modestly she answered me
To the feeding of my lamb’s together
And it’s heather on the moor

Well we both shook hands and down we sat
For it being the finest day in summer
And we sat till the red setting beams of the sun
Came a-sparkling down among the heather

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
And we sat till the red setting beams of the sun
Came a-sparkling down among the heather
And it’s heather on the moor.

Now she says I must away
For my sheep and lambs have strayed from other
But I am loath to part from you
As those fond lambs are to part their mother

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
But I am loath to part from you
As those fond lambs are to part their mother
And it’s heather on the moor

Up she rose and away she goes
And her place and name I know not either
But if I was king I’d make her queen
The lass I met among the heather

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
But if I was king I’d make her queen
The lass I met among the heather
And it’s heather on the moor.

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