Tommy
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