Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley of trees? Out where there's a hillside of heather, curtsyin' 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 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
