Hills covered with wild heather Rise out above the moors and lochs, come July Hills of red, pink and grey Purples mixed with green and gold Even yellow some say If the thistle represents our hearty nature Hills of red heather is our heart, and The blue lochs our soul Heather has its practical uses, Ale and honey Dyes for the tartans we wear It’s there at our weddings Laced in a bride’s hair Walk through the heather on an autumn day, and The scent of sweet floral, honey, and lavender, Invades the senses, with a smoky hint of winter in the air There’s more I could say about the heather Things I’d guess, you didna know, but words Cannot express the emotion you will feel Standing on a hill covered in wild heather Holding your lovers hand in a field where the heather grows in a field where the heather grows
