THE HEATHER ON THE HEATH                                                                        

The feather in my cap I found

in the heather on the heath

my feet they barely touched the ground

not the heather nor the heath

for I was the bird that flew all round

the heather and the heath.

 

The heather on the heath she blooms

a carpet purple blue

the bird will rest awhile, keen eye

upon the royal view

and looking out across the heath

my love for heather grew.

 

I bared my soul to the love I found

by the heather on the heath

our lips swapped vows as we tumbled down

in the heather on the heath

and the feather in my cap, my crown,

my love to me bequeathed.

 

The heather on the heath, its colour

drains with seasons’ cold

bare heather winters long before

its glory hue takes hold

and new lives midst this ebb and flow

are blessed as they unfold.

 

The feather in my cap is fading

now the heather covered heath

is where I go to hear birds sing

and watch the heather glow.

Last time a linnet called, took wing

to mark where I must go.

 

My ash lies on the heather now

the heather on the heath

a fall of rain will wash the dust

from the heather to the heath

and now it’s trickled through the earth

I’m the heather and the heath.

 

The feather in my hair I found

in the heather on the heath.