Heather

Oh heather, oh heather,
You wild and flowering thing,
You grow so very high,
You mean so many things,

Rest in hope, lie in wait,
All in life is never too late

When time comes
Things feel right,
You would have see
The golden light.

Mists will clear, dawn will break,
Then you know, you've met your fate.

Climb your wall,
Spread your leaves,
Know that all you do,
Is free.