To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go
Before we are known
to write letters
when light is the dusk of sandstone
and quiet a dance to the hidden voice of mountains
the cool tongue of April calls
Oh the summer time is comingAnd the leaves are sweetly turning
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go
didn’t know you could fly did you
dissolve over emerald lakes
land fingers through moss and loose earth
take my handI’ll race you to the edge and lose
(only by a step)
and falling will never be so sudden fear
ice and clear
your diamond tremble
I will build my love a bowerBy yon clear and crystal fountain
And on it I will shower
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go lassie go
will tenderness let slip a lace secret of underbrush dew
coyote fade from the shadows of late campfire folk songs
look now
dawn comes a blend of last ember
the clear run of peak to stream
the trailing voice of an old story teller’s love song
Will ye go lassie goAnd we’ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go
