The Broom and the Heather

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 grows.

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 he’ll find me there, where the broom and the heather grows,

Chorus: Lie, die, die, Lie dee die, die, die, Lie, die, die, lie dee die,
Lie, die, die, Lie dee die, die, die, Lie, die, die, lie dee die

I will weave a shirt of fine linen for my love to wear,
And a wreath of roses and laurel for my hair,
And we’ll marry each other in the meadow, where the river flows,
We’ll be wedded there, where the broom and the heather grows.

Repeat chorus

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 wind blows,
And we’ll make our home where the broom and the heather grows.

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Counterpoint:

I have been a rambler and a rover,
Sailed the seas and traveled the world over,
My head filled with dreams of new adventures,
She’s calling me back where the broom and the heather grows.

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 grows.

The finest silks and satins I’ve been clothed in,
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 grows.

My ship flies through fair or stormy weather,
And now I dream that soon we’ll be together,
Walking upon the fields of broom and heather,
She’s calling me back where the broom and the heather
Calling me back where the broom and the heather,
Calling me back where the broom and the heather gro-o-o-o-o-o-ows.