Across the Moor

Across the Moor Come with me… Let me lead you across the moor, To the little house of green I call my home, Where the wind greets every face each day And reminds us what it means to be free. Your copper hair, glowing like the sun At the edge of evening, Will dance in the restless air, Sending your sweet fragrance Far beyond the horizon of fate. That fate waiting for us, If you would only Take the hand I offer you. Your feet beside mine Will wander through a thousand ferns, And when the path grows long And your steps grow tired, I will carry you on my back, Proud and smiling, To show you all that is mine— My world, My wild moor, Our tomorrow. For I know it with all my heart, As surely as I know I love you: Our destiny Is already whispering in the wind.