The Broom and the Heather

She:

I will make a pillow of green moss for my head

and a cushion of pine needles for my bed,

I will dream a dream that only my true love knows,

And I'll wait for him where the broom and the heather grow.

I will dance upon the beaches the day long,

And sit on the rocks singing my love song,

That my love may hear the whisper wherever he goes,

And I'll wait for him where the broom and the heather grow.

Li-di-di, Li-de-di-di-di, Li-di-di, Li-dee-di...

I will weave a shirt of fine linen for my love to wear,

And a wreath of roses and laurel for my hair,

We will marry each other in the meadow, where the river flows,

We'll be wedded there, where the broom and the heather grow.

Li-di-di, Li-de-di-di-di, Li-di-di, Li-dee-di...

I will make a pillow of green moss for your head,

And a cushion of pine needles for our bed,

and our children will play on the moors where the sea winds blows,

And we'll make our home where the broom and the heather grow.

And the heather grow, and the heather grow...

And the heather gro-o-o-o-ow...

He:

I have been a rambler and a rover,

Sailed the seas and travelled the world over,

My head filled with dreams of new adventures...

She's calling me back where the

broom and the heather grow.

I have coffers filled with gold and silver,

Endless fortunes made in distant harbors,

There's a voice within that softly whispers,

She's calling me back where the broom and the heather...

Finest silks and satins I've been clothed,

Dined with kings at tables overflowing,

Beneath this velvet coat my heart is longing,

She's calling me back where the broom and the heather...

My ship flies through fair and stormy weather

Now I dream that soon we'll be together

She's calling me back where the broom and the heather

Calling me back where the broom and the heather

Calling me back wher the broom and the heather...

gro-o-o-ows