Nanny used to sing to me;
The words I did not ken,
But the feeling deep inside my soul
Made me want to hear those songs again.
I asked about the ones before,
Living on those green and distant shores.
She said, "They're just a part…
Look inside your heart."
The heather calls me home
To the place where I belong;
Oh, the rolling hills, they sing to me
Their chorus on the breeze.
The heather calls me home,
No matter where I roam.
'Tis not the land where I was birthed,
But from whence I hail upon this earth
Doesn't matter, for the heather calls me home.
Years go quickly-time will fly
Before your dreams come true;
And kin that are not family
Will somehow find their way to you.
You know it happened all before,
Long ago on green and distant shores.
The song is just a part of the
Longing in your heart.
The heather calls me home
To the place where I belong;
Oh, the rolling hills, they sing to me
Their chorus on the breeze.
The heather calls me home,
No matter where I roam.
'Tis not the land where I was birthed,
But from whence I hail upon this earth
Doesn't matter, for the heather calls me home.
Doesn't matter, for the
Heather calls me home.
Created: Sunday, 19 October 1997, 8:00pm
Last Updated: Sunday, 19 October 1997, 8:00pm
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