Heather In The Pines
Heather in the pines
Heather on the outskirts of my mind
Heather in the way I'm whistling Sally In the Garden
My tall and bonny bride
Heather in the pines
Heather in these words I underline
Heather in the hostile winter
In the way the daylight shivers
Heather in the pines
Heather in these photographs I find
Heather in the stubborn seasons
In these wild abandoned mornings
I wish I were a man that only roses understand
Underneath your window
Underneath your window
I wish I were a man killing time with crayons in my hand
Underneath your window
Underneath your window