Across the heather comes the sound of a wondrous cheerful rhyme
Through dale and glen and back again echoes the dulcet chime
She stands against the clifftops like an angel of divine
And sings the strains that sirens sing encapturing hearts like mine.

Though I am just a shepherd boy that dares to look upon
The wondrous face God gave to her, whilst listening to her song
To touch her silken hair I dream until my day is done
And return again the new day next to harken to her song.

I dream that fate will bless this soul and chance our paths to meet
For my soul yearns to pass the time with such a voice so sweet.
And gaze into the eyes of love, my heart would hers entreat
For then I wouldst become a king and my life be complete.

So until that day dawns on this poor lonely shepherd boy
I’ll sit amongst the clover listening to the sounds of joy
Resounding through the lowlands the voice that I enjoy
Until one day this heart turns bold from one that is but coy.