Can't we two go walking together
Out beyond the valley of trees?
Out where there's a hillside of heather
Curtseying 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 gloaming,
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 gloaming
And all the clouds are holding still,
If you're not there, I won't go roaming
Through the heather on the hill,
The heather on the hill.
That when the mist is in gloaming
And all the clouds are holding still,
If you're not there, I won't go roaming
Through the heather on the hill,
The heather on the hill.