The Heather and the Gorse
Oh I'll be home in the morning
And I will sit down by the fire
And we can talk about my leaving
And my wanderings in the wilds
How I lost that low lamplight
And found four years of flight
I thought I'd bed down with the birds
And I would turn and shun the world
But there's no trees upon the moor
So I built my nest of bones
In the bracken, rock and gorse
I didn't feel like a bird
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
And now my nest upon the moor
It was not too far from the sea
So I would curl my coat around me
And beat a path down to the beach
Where I would gather flotsam treats
And wear them like a king
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
And after 4 long years
I bore a bitter snarl
And all that pawing at the ground
Had left my hands all gnarled
All I had been was gone
And I needed to return
And as I made my way
Down into the town
I could hear them say
Bring him out the storm
Come on in get warm
And don't be sorry son
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
And I will sit down by the fire
And we can talk about my leaving
And my wanderings in the wilds
How I lost that low lamplight
And found four years of flight
I thought I'd bed down with the birds
And I would turn and shun the world
But there's no trees upon the moor
So I built my nest of bones
In the bracken, rock and gorse
I didn't feel like a bird
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
And now my nest upon the moor
It was not too far from the sea
So I would curl my coat around me
And beat a path down to the beach
Where I would gather flotsam treats
And wear them like a king
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
And after 4 long years
I bore a bitter snarl
And all that pawing at the ground
Had left my hands all gnarled
All I had been was gone
And I needed to return
And as I made my way
Down into the town
I could hear them say
Bring him out the storm
Come on in get warm
And don't be sorry son
One foot in front of the other
I'm walking out into the wind
I'm crawling out of the heather
Where I had vowed to bed right in
I'm off to see my old mother
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
I'm gonna tell her where I've been
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Smith
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