[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
The morning 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

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
That when the mist is in 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