The light that lingers / where I long to be / up high on the moor / where the wind blows free
And cloud shadows sweep / across lovat and straw / how I wish I could be / among heather and gorse
Where cotton grass dances / and cannot stand still / I gaze up at the sky / that tips over the hill
The fresh winds of time / forever move on / undisturbed by the light / from the moon or the sun
Or the darkest of skies / when starlight shines out / that cannot be seen / with street lights about
The last ray of light / where the sunset lies / high up on the moorland / gently closes its eyes
But still on the moor / in a different scene / the song of the wind / carries my dream.
(C) Elaine Patricia Morris