Like Heather on the Hill: Celtic Love Poem Song

You are the purple heather

That colours all the hill,

It does not ask for summer

And it blooms in autumn still.

You are the quiet river

That runs beneath the stone,

It finds its way around the hard

And carries me back home.

And if the hill grows quiet

And the river turns to ice,

I'll walk the long road back to you

And love you once, and twice.

So take this little verse, my dear,

And keep it where it's warm,

Like heather on the hillside

That stands through every storm.