Heather in the Glen

And we weep as we long to see her tread on green so fair Each eve in dreams we hear her laughter ringing through the air With laced-up boots of emerald; she dances free and light [Chorus] In laced-up boots, she's stepping through the meadows, pure delight And though her absence wounds us deep, we feel her spirit's flare She walks within our tales of old; we see her everywhere Now the hills whisper low with a sigh of the morn The brooks carry tales of the place she was born In the heart of the glen where the wild heathers grow Her legend, as timeless as waters that flow [Verse 2] Through clover and barley, we gaze at the sky Our songs lace the wind, where her memories lie