First heard from Hazel Richings, she with the silky smooth to die for voice. I sang this beautiful song 08/02/21. Yorkshire Song by Anna Shanon When heather's bloom has faded long….. and turned to brown When pheasant chides his bright alarm When rolling mist the valley shrouds…. in silent arms Once more I know this place to be my home I heard the curlew cry today…. on windswept heath A plaintive call on rising wing And as I watched from ragged lines….. of weathered trees My heart stirred from her place to go with him There's not one thing I would not give…. to be as he To circle here in joyous flight And on these moors my life to live…. to simply be My spirit to go on in hill and scree I wish that I could write a song….. that had no words Of beauteous things and journeys run For many is the time I've tried….. and tales begun But with beauty such as this the words won't come When heather's bloom has faded long….. and turned to brown When pheasant chides his bright alarm When rolling mist the valley shrouds….. in silent arms Once more I know this place to be my home
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