[Verse 1] The morning mist lifts from the glen, A red deer crosses by the burn; The heather bends beneath the wind, And every hill remembers home. [Chorus] Take me where the rowan grows, Where the cold clear river goes; Though far roads call and seasons turn, My heart is where the heather burns. [Verse 2] The old stone bridge holds yesterday, A shepherd calls across the brae; Your wool shawl catches on the thorn, While larks rise up above the corn. [Chorus] Take me where the rowan grows, Where the cold clear river goes; Though far roads call and seasons turn, My heart is where the heather burns. [Bridge] And when the winter folds the fields, And frost lies silver on the sill, I’ll keep the tune you taught me there, A small bright flame against the chill. [Final Chorus] Take me where the rowan grows, Where the cold clear river goes; Though far roads call and seasons turn, My heart is where the heather burns. [Outro] My heart is where the heather burns.
