When the Yellow is on the Broom

As I lie on Flanders Field
The sound of battle fading fast
I slowly close my eyes (my love)
And I'm with you in Luskentyre
Where the sea is emerald green
And the curlew call is clear
We will walk those hills again (my love)
When the yellows on the broom

When the yellow's on the broom (my love)
When the yellow's on the broom
My darling will you look for
When the yellow's on the broom

As the sun dies in the west
I feel a darkness creeping in
Until I hear your sweet voice (my love)
Telling me I'm going home
And the boat will wait for me
To sail me back across the sea
We will walk those hills again (my love)
When the yellows on the broom

When the yellow's on the broom (my love)
When the yellow's on the broom
My darling will you look for me
When the yellow's on the broom



Credits
Writer(s): Norman Paterson
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