Songtexte Heather on the Moor - Heather Alexander

I roved out on a bright May morn'
So calm and clear was the weather
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
Chanced to roam some miles from home
Among the beautiful blooming heather
And it's heather on the moor

As I roved along with me hunting song
With me heart as light as any feather
L met a pretty maid upon 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
Met a pretty maid upon 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?
Come hill or dale now tell me whether."
Right modestly she answered me,
"To the feeding of me lambs 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 me lambs together."
And its heather on the moor

"I come from far beyond the hill,
To fetch a lamb that's strayed from t'other.
But I think I'll stay awhile this day
And take me time among the heather

And it's heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
Think I'll stay awhile this day
And take me time among the heather
And it's heather on the moor

Well, we both shook hands and there we sat
For it being the finest day in summer
Ah, we sat 'til the red setting beams of the sun
Came a-sparklin' down upon the heather

And it's heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
Sat 'til the red setting beams of the sun
Came a-sparklin' down upon the heather.
And it's heather on the moor

"Well, I must be gone before night's dawn
And take the little one with the others
But I am loathe to part from you
As loathe are lambs to depart their mothers"

And it's heather on the moor, over the heather
Over the moor and among the heather
But I am loathe to part from you
As loathe are lambs to depart their mothers
And it's heather on the moor

Up she rose and away she goes
Her place and name l 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