The Heather

Just a little child Longing to be wild Born to wear a smile So amused with the time to choose Pretty paper Pretty paper And the cars on the street They are animals with wings They will all be received in the heather The Heather The Heather The Heather The Heather Love is everywhere Falling through the air Yes! We mustn't dare To abuse. We are forced to choose Petty labor Petty labor And the lies through the trees They illuminate things They will all soon agree with the heather The Heather The Heather The Heather The Heather Through a living door Ever open, for Could a dream be more Left to choose, we are so abused By Time! Time and labels Time and labels, time and labels Time and labels are time and labels And our only sense of nation Are our favorite constellations In an endless syncopation with the heather The Heather The Heather The Heather The Heather